"Chairman!"
Zhang Chun said respectfully.
"He's gone?"
"He's gone."
"Zhang Chun, you did well. I can see he trusts you. But he's very self-reliant and doesn't like to burden others, so you need to be more thoughtful in the future."
"I understand!"
He waved a hand. "Go get some rest."
It turned out this wasn't Zhang Chun's room.
Just as Yang Hui had suspected, no matter how wealthy Xinyue Group was, it would never put a regional director up in the presidential suite for a business trip. That would be far too extravagant.
It was 10:00 PM by the time he got home. The living room lights were on, and Wenren Du'Er was curled up in a corner of the L-shaped sofa, a book clutched in her arms as she dozed fitfully.
He walked over and gently took the book from her hands. A glance at the cover revealed she was reading Zhu Ziqing's *Father*.
