The sky gradually darkened.
Twilight shone into the hall.
The elevator door opened.
Pei Heyan, dressed in a suit, walked out at an unhurried pace.
He happened to collide head-on with Lu Zhe.
"Ah Yan,"
Pei Heyan's thin lips quivered slightly.
"May I have a word with you?" Lu Zhe's attitude was as humble as possible.
Pei Heyan glanced down at the Rolex on his wrist.
His demeanor was neither friendly nor distant, "Uncle Lu, I might not have the time."
"Maybe next time," he said as he walked away.
Lu Zhe followed him for a few steps.
He watched despairingly as Pei Heyan got into the car.
Another thought arose in his mind.
Better to rely on oneself than on others.
Maybe he could try using money to bribe Lu Yun.
What he valued most in life was status and power, and then money.
With this idea in mind, he headed back.
Along the way, he realized that offering money outright would amount to an admission of guilt.
