When Huangfu Zheng arrived at AF, he saw Qin Tingjie, whose complexion was ruddy, eyes smiling, and expression cheerful — nothing like the morose mood he had been in last night.
So, he didn't bother to ask any further and walked into his own office.
Qin Tingjie had certainly seen him, so he followed in after him, dropping himself into a chair with a casual sway of his body. Then, looking up at Huangfu Zheng, he lazily asked, "Boss, are we going to attend the commendation ceremony tomorrow?"
Huangfu Zheng glanced at him sideways and said, "Yes." Why wouldn't they go.
"The ceremony is at ten tomorrow morning, on AF territory. If we're going, we need to get there ahead of time," Qin Tingjie said.
Huangfu Zheng tugged at the corner of his mouth noncommittally then opened a file on the desk, his brows knitting slightly. After he had looked at the contents, he asked in a solemn tone, "Who left this here?"
