Wang Jianguo hurried forward at the sight, pressing his palm heavily onto the back of Director Song's hand as he held his pen, his fingertips turning pale from excessive force.
His throat bobbed, and his eyes darted alertly toward the ajar wooden door, as if a prying gaze were lurking in the crack:
"Director Song! Do you remember last winter when two strangers suddenly came to the Third Company Warehouse to 'audit the accounts'?"
Chapter 670