"Chairman Wu, you're being too serious. I'm just learning from you," Zhang Fan said modestly, not sure why he always felt a bit uncomfortable in Wu Qingnang's presence.
"Cough... cough..."
Just then, Wu Qingnang began to cough violently.
"Chairman, it's time for your medicine."
The young man beside him quickly stepped forward to support him and took a bag of medicine from his bag.
"Over the years, I've taken more medicine than meals. What a joke," Wu Qingnang self-deprecatingly remarked.
"Take care of yourself."
"Zhang, you can go ahead and take care of your business," Wu Qingnang waved his hand.
"Goodbye, Chairman Wu."
Zhang Fan bid farewell, turned around, and gradually disappeared from Wu Qingnang's view.
Wu Qingnang watched Zhang Fan's departing figure, his smile slowly fading.
"Leader, this Zhang Fan seems to be quite close to Chairman Lou," the young man beside him whispered.
"This young man is no ordinary person..." Wu Qingnang said mildly.
