C218 Restrain

"Understood, sir." Zhuang Lin bowed to Old Mr. Jee and left the office.

Old Mr. Jee sat in his tall armchair, looking a bit weary. "Ah, these younger folks really know how to keep you on your toes," he sighed. "Cheng'an, don't let this old man down."

In his office, Jee Cheng'an stared at the email from Old Mr. Jee, his face dark with anger, like a volcano about to erupt