"I've already submitted the materials you asked me to hand in, but no one can guarantee how far it will go."
Zhou Mingchen nodded, "Thank you. Here's your payment."
The envelope handed over was returned, "Not necessary," the person said, "I did this purely to help you. If I take money, it changes the nature of things, and it might also leave a handle against me. Mr. Zhou, you'd better take it back."
"If any problems arise in the future, you can just put the blame on me."
The person shook their head, "If something really goes wrong, I'm afraid we won't have the time to explain."
As he left, Zhou Mingchen paid special attention to the surroundings, making sure no one noticed before letting the person leave first. He waited another ten minutes before getting up himself.
Listening to Xia Lu's words, Aunt Zhang put the red bean soup aside, "Madam, is what you're saying true? Could it be a mistake?"
