Cheng Jian was dumbfounded. He thought Zhang Yu had no idea about his past, but he didn't expect the landlady to see it.
It's one thing for the landlady to see it, but for her to actually tell Zhang Yu—what a gossipy and annoying old lady.
And why does Zhang Yu know that Ye Zhuo gave a task: What task? Didn't you say you had nothing going on this weekend?
Cheng Jian cursed inwardly, wondering who was so nosy as to inform Zhang Yu about this.
Zhang Yu: I was unwell over the weekend, so I was lying at home. It was only after seeing the message from President Ye that I found out. I worked all night to finish it.
Zhang Yu yawned: If there's nothing else, I need to refine it a bit more. One night's time is really too rushed.
Cheng Jian felt quite smug hearing that Zhang Yu only started working on the plan after seeing the message late at night.
Ye Zhuo has high standards. No matter how capable Zhang Yu is, can she really produce a plan in one night that satisfies Ye Zhuo?
