Sheng Jianan's expression changed slightly, no longer having that awkward stinky *** look. His eyes flashed, his handsome brows furrowed slightly: "Why?"
Zhou Chengze smiled faintly: "There's a new project opening over there, and they need someone to take charge. Anyway, I'm just idling around, so I might as well go and have a look, save my old man from accusing me of being lazy every day."
Zhou Chengze's tone was very normal, as unserious as always, but the hand he had resting on his knee unconsciously tightened a bit. Some words couldn't be said aloud, and some things must not be done.
