Yan Nansheng didn't say a word, just pinched out his cigarette butt, rose to his feet, then took his car keys and left.
"President? President..." Zhong Chu chased him to the stairwell, but in the end, he could only watch as the elevator doors closed.
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Leaving the company, Yan Nansheng drove around aimlessly until he saw a small bar by the roadside and parked.
The weather at the end of March was already a bit hot, and he wasn't wearing a jacket, just a dark pink shirt paired with black trousers. He hadn't tied his tie, leaving it loose and casual as he nonchalantly walked in.
Even so, his handsome appearance still immediately attracted sidelong glances from many people.
He didn't care and walked straight to the bar, "Give me a bottle of whiskey."
He had just taken a sip of his drink when the lights in the bar dimmed, and a singer began to perform, a woman.