"Rest assured, I have no intention of suspecting you. You've been by Zhan Ting's side for so many years; you know better than anyone what should and shouldn't be said. I was just asking offhand," An Lan said, waving her hand as she saw his tense expression.
Zhang Duo let out a sigh of relief and nodded in response.
An Lan didn't continue the conversation with him and went to Huo Zhanting's office instead. Standing at the office door, she knocked. It took a while before a single word came from inside, "Come in."
From that one word, An Lan could feel that his mood was very bad at the moment. She pushed the door open and walked in; Huo Zhanting was looking down, working on documents. His stern profile bore no expression, making him seem like a cold and heartless robot.
The atmosphere in Huo Zhanting's office was like an ice cellar.
