Chapter 801

"Come in." The old guy's tone had clearly become somewhat unfriendly.

Zhao Desan couldn't help but gasp, and with timid, hesitant steps, he pushed open the door, walked forward with a beaming smile, and said, "Director Zheng, your package."

Director Zheng's brows twitched a few times, a look of panic appearing on his face for a fleeting moment before it vanished, and he said coldly, "Bring it here."

Zhao Desan walked forward with both hands holding the package and a fawning smile, handing it to him. The old guy took it ungraciously, glanced at the recipient's address on it, and a strange smile flashed across his face as he pulled open a drawer and placed the box inside. When he looked up and saw that Zhao Desan was still there, he shot him an unfriendly glance and asked coldly, "Anything else?"

Zhao Desan felt a bit nervous; he rubbed his hands together and said with a sheepish smile, "Director Zheng, I… I wanted to ask you, did I… did I do something wrong recently?"

Seeing that Zhao Desan had come to him on his own initiative, Zheng the Bald-Donkey lit a cigarette with great interest, leaned back in his chair, squinted his eyes, and said, "Comrade Comrade Xiao Zhao, you have to know, you have to know that I originally valued and appreciated you, but why not now?"

"I… I'm not quite sure. I ask that you, Director Zheng, please give me some guidance, and I will certainly correct it later," Zhao Desan said with a sheepish smile.

Zheng the Bald-Donkey took a puff of his cigarette, puffed out his cheeks, and stared at him looking very angry: "Comrade Comrade Xiao Zhao, let me ask you, do you or do you not have those kinds of feelings for our Ruru?"