Chen Cheng's expression was as placid as a still well. He said lightly, "Mr. Yan, is there some hardship you're facing?"
Yan Jian glanced around. Seeing half a pot of hot tea still on Chen Cheng's desk, he immediately smiled. "Mr. Chen, why don't we discuss this over some tea?"
Chen Cheng offered a small smile but remained standing. "Mr. Yan, I have urgent matters to attend to. Let's keep this brief."
'I've known Yan Jian for a long time. I know exactly what kind of man he is.' This guy might genuinely suck up to his superiors, but he rarely spoke a word of truth to his colleagues or the constables under his command.
On the surface, he acted warm and sincere toward Chen Cheng, as if baring his soul, but in reality, all he wanted was to use him—or rather, to plot against him.
