"Okay, okay, okay."
Wen Ze pretended to be someone who had seen a lot, speaking lightly. Little did he know, his first reaction upon seeing so much cash was just the same. Zhang Zhen's eyes stayed fixed on the money, reluctant to look away.
"Go lock the door!"
Wen Ze ordered Zhang Zhen.
"Lock it? Minister, do you think this is your home? What if you lock the door and a higher-up comes in?"
Zhang Zhen asked worriedly.
"What are you worried about? Don't you see what time it is? It's already midnight, who would come here at this hour? If Wang Hang hadn't asked me to take the night shift, I'd be at home on a warm bed by now!"
"Who's calling my name?!"
Just as Wen Ze finished speaking, a voice came from outside the window. It frightened Wen Ze so much he nearly wet his pants, and he slid right off his chair with a shiver.
"Who is it, who is talking?"
