He Yi hung up the phone, and Zhuo Hongzhao pushed the door open and walked in.
In just a few days, Zhuo Hongzhao seemed to have aged ten years. His forehead was even balder, and he looked bloated and disheveled.
"President He... how have you been recently?" Ever since his wife had been in a car accident, Zhuo Hongzhao, who was preparing for a divorce, had been caught up in the rumors of having his wife murdered. Although there was no evidence, the police had come to him several times to take his statement. This was enough to make him tremble in fear.
"It's still the same." He Yi crossed her fingers and looked at Zhuo Hongzhao indifferently. She said, "Factory manager Zhuo, you don't have to feel guilty for things that you haven't done!"
"I'm not feeling guilty!" Zhuo Hongzhao wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. On a hot day, he felt a chill on his back. "I'm afraid of implicating CEO He!"
