Chen An used up his last bullet and tossed his phone onto the table, making a bit of noise.

Hearing the sound, Zhong Ming looked over and only then discovered that the person sitting in the cubicle was actually Chen An.

A couple of days ago, Zhong Ming had learned from Cheng Lele that the plot had taken many twists and turns—Chen An actually had a girlfriend. He didn’t quite believe it, because even now, the way Chen An looked at him was still quite lethal.

Zhong Ming guessed that Cheng Lele hadn’t cleared his name yet, but some superficial pleasantries had to be maintained. After all, he was Cheng Lele’s older brother, and also the boss of both Zhong Jin and his father.

Zhong Ming walked over, extended his hand, and said, “Long time no see.”

The phrase “long time no see” was also quite subtle. The two had almost no pleasant memories of meeting each other. Their first meeting had caused a cold war between him and Cheng Lele; their second meeting had occurred at the scene of his relationship with Cheng Lele falling apart; the third time was at the bar not long ago, when Chen An was so upset that he fled overnight to the provincial capital and didn’t return until yesterday.

Chen An shook his hand back, struggling to maintain his composure, and nodded.

The atmosphere became somewhat awkward for a moment.

Just then, the office door suddenly opened again.

Tang Xin wanted to find Chen An, but thinking of last night’s drama between Manager Cheng and the boss, she didn’t dare come in herself and insisted on having Shen Dafeng go in to report.

Shen Dafeng, his brain addled by beauty, burst in shouting, “Boss Chen, there’s a Snow White outside looking for you.”

Chen An stood up and went out.

Zhong Jin, still a half-grown child, peeked outside without any reservations: “What Snow White?”

“That beautiful woman is wearing one of those silk blouses with a big bow tied at the neck here, black high-waisted pants—wow, that waist is really slim. Her eyes are super big, all sparkly, her hair is fluffy and voluminous, just like Snow White.”

Zhong Ming glanced at Cheng Lele and asked worriedly, “Are you okay?”

Cheng Lele said, “I couldn’t be better.”

Zhong Ming said, “Alas, even test-tube babies are lives.”

Cheng Lele rolled her eyes: “Could you please shut up?”

Zhong Ming said, “Manager Cheng, give me a chance to treat you to dinner so I can butter you up? What would you like to eat?”

Cheng Lele didn’t want to eat anything, and said, “Then let’s go for something expensive. Japanese food would be good.”

Zhong Ming said, “You’re taking advantage of my misfortune!”

Cheng Lele said, “Let’s invite Uncle Zhong along too. Let’s go.”

As it turned out, the four of them went to the ramen shop near the cinema. This place was basically the cinema’s cafeteria. Although it was called “Innocence Ramen,” it didn’t just sell noodles—it also offered a rich variety of stir-fried dishes and simple meals, cheap and generous in portions. Cheng Lele had just led everyone in and finished ordering.

The plastic curtain parted, and Chen An and Tang Xin walked in.

As a junior assistant, Tang Xin had been following her boss eating and drinking well all along. Her own family background was also quite decent, so she really had never been to a hole-in-the-wall restaurant to eat. But if the boss could make do eating here, how could she be picky? Besides, the boss wasn’t really here to eat—just now he had said he would take her out to eat, but during the time it took to get the car from the parking lot, he suddenly changed his mind and said they should just eat somewhere nearby.

And then they walked all the way here.

Tang Xin immediately and sensibly chose a table closest to Cheng Lele, took out wet wipes from her bag, and began wiping meticulously.

Cheng Lele caught sight of this from the corner of her eye. On one hand, she inwardly criticized Chen An for being someone on the verge of bankruptcy yet still pretending to be above it all. On the other hand, she was shocked by Tang Xin’s wholehearted and ingratiating attitude of service. She thought to herself that she could never be so attentive and meticulous.

According to traditional Chinese male thinking, this kind of woman was suitable for marrying and bringing home.

When it came to choosing a girlfriend, Chen An still had quite accurate judgment.