"Director Song, Director Wang wants you to go to the office." A uniformed employee walked up to Song Zhenhua's office and said.
Upon hearing this, Song Zhenhua's gaze flickered slightly, his pupils constricting more than usual.
"Okay. I got it."
Song Zhenhua, anxious, walked to Wang Hui's office.
Wang Hui heard the knock on the door and said, "Come in."
Song Zhenhua slowly pushed open the door, his expression somewhat unnatural: "Director Wang, you wanted to see me."
Wang Hui lifted his head, saw Song Zhenhua, leaned back, and lazily reclined in the chair.
He gestured with his hand: "Sit."
Song Zhenhua sat opposite Wang Hui, his gaze wavering, eyes filled with a hint of unease and panic.
"Director Song, you've been working in our factory for many years, haven't you?" Wang Hui said slowly.
Song Zhenhua: "Of course."
