"Please come in!"
When Xiao Zeyu heard that Zhang Jinglin had come, he was slightly stunned. His expression was a little unhappy. Was he late to show that he was different? He wanted to see what this Zhang Jinglin had to say.
He would not put such an arrogant person in an important position. Even if he ignored him now, he would not listen to his orders in the future.
"Zhang Jinglin was delayed by something; please forgive him, Young Master."
Zhang Jinglin walked into the lobby in a single layer of clothing in the middle of winter. When he entered, he lifted his clothes and knelt on the ground. His face was lean, and there was a look of worry between his brows.
Xiao Zeyu raised his eyebrows. Had something happened to him? The displeasure from before disappeared. He walked over and helped him up with both hands. He asked with concern,
"Is it settled? Do you need my help?"
