C658 The Young Apple

The atmosphere in the office suddenly became quite tense. Qi Liang sat on the sofa to the side, while Zhou Hu settled into his office chair. Neither of them spoke, and the silence stretched on.

After about half an hour, Zhou Hu looked up at Qi Liang, who was sitting across from him. “No matter what, I absolutely disagree with this! Even if you go to talk to Ms. Zhou