Lu Ziheng frowned, but Ran Yu suddenly blurted out, "Help, Assistant Gong, help... Mmph."
"What are you yelling for?" Lu Ziheng squinted his eyes.
After a while, he finally let go, "I'll deal with you when we get back."
After saying that, he got up, went to the door, and left it slightly ajar, "What is it?"
Gong Mu had already heard the call for "help," but at that moment, he didn't dare to look around and quickly handed over the document, "Third Young Master, this document needs your signature."
"Would it kill you to wait for a signature?"
Gong Mu: "..."
With a "bang," the door was ruthlessly closed again.
Gong Mu touched his almost crooked nose, his face soured, as he hurriedly turned to leave.
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Inside the office.
Lu Ziheng closed the door, turned around, and saw that Ran Yu had already gotten up, holding a piece of paper in her hand.
As he approached, she slapped the paper onto the coffee table, "See for yourself!"
Lu Ziheng walked over, "What's this?"
