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"What do you want to talk about?"
"The things you hide in your heart and don't want me to know."
Zhang Moyan feels somewhat helpless as he builds layer upon layer of protection for An Yuan from the outside, only for An Yuan to knock them down from the inside, perhaps in the end, there is only a thin layer separating the two, serving as both protection and barrier.
A sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart.
"Okay, tell me whatever you want to know," Since I can't keep him, I might as well let him go.
An Yuan fell silent. He had only heard a snippet of that conversation yesterday, so in truth, he didn't know anything. That's why he found it hard to speak.
"Just the recording from yesterday." An Yuan licked his lips.
"That was recorded three years ago by An Ning, and now she wants to use it to threaten me."
“Why did she threaten you?”
“For Yiyang.”
"What does this have to do with Yiyang?"
Zhang Moyan stared at An Yuan without blinking, silent for a while, "Because, he's the one who injected you with the ripening agent."
Zhang Moyan's words were like a thunderclap, exploding in An Yuan's mind.
"Are you shocked? Have I overturned the image of Yiyang that you've always had in your heart? Of course, in doing so, perhaps I can also clear myself of suspicion," Zhang Moyan shifted his gaze, flipping through the documents in his hand with a loud rustle.
"I'll have Secretary Wang take you back." Irritated, he suddenly didn't want to see An Yuan.
After getting over the previous shock, An Yuan gradually calmed down. "You haven't finished speaking yet. I'm not leaving."
Pa! The file was slammed on the table. "What do you want in the end!"
An Yuan pursed his lips, his face pale. "One last thing, then I'll leave... What kind of role are you in this matter?"
"What kind of role am I in your heart? It's already been determined long ago, hasn't it? What's the use of discussing these things now!"
"You should go back." Zhang Moyan propped his head with both hands, now, he was almost losing his composure.
An Yuan didn't know what it was for, maybe just wanted to confirm, got Zhang Moyan's answer, he didn't stay, got up and walked out.
Secretary Wang had been waiting outside the door, she heard Zhang Moyan's raised voice, "Yuan, the company has been facing some very difficult problems recently, and Manager Zhang has been dealing with them, which has led to a lack of rest and a not-so-good temper. Please don't take it personally."
An Yuan smiled, "I understand." His gaze then shifted to the nearby cardboard box.
"Your company's belongings have been packed up by Manager Zhang early this morning and placed in the office. You can come and pick them up whenever you're ready."
"Thank you so much," Secretary Wang said awkwardly, not knowing who An Yuan was referring to with that statement.
An Yuan walked for a long time, and only then did Zhang Moyan manage to control her emotions. Regret surged in her heart, and she took out her phone, dialed home, and it rang for a long time, but no one answered.
Haven't you arrived home yet? Zhang Moyan called Secretary Wang again, "If it's urgent, please leave a message and I will call back later." Secretary Wang's usual cold and formal tone.
Bang! The sound of a chair falling.
"Quickly find out where Secretary Wang and An Yuan are?!" Zhang Moyan shouted into the phone, running out the door without stopping for a moment.
"Manager Zhang, this is the document that was just sent over. Could you take a look and see if it is..."
Pa! The paper files fluttered like snowflakes.
"Boss, we've found them. Secretary Wang and An Yuan are in the underground parking lot."
Zhang Moyan Holding the phone and looking around, why didn't he see the two people in the parking lot now?
"They are near the entrance of the building."
The line of sight was blocked by a pillar, Zhang Moyan immediately turned around the pillar and walked towards the corridor.
"Hey, hey! Boss, did you see it or not?" Not getting a response from Zhang Moyan, the person on the other end of the phone anxiously shouted, but it was still quiet.
The phone fell on the ground, luckily it has good quality and didn't break into pieces.
The corridor was gloomy and deserted. Unless it was an emergency, hardly anyone would pass through here. When I saw the large trash can under the stairs, it felt like a bucket of cold water pouring down on me, making Zhang Moyan shiver all over, even his hands involuntarily trembled.
He didn't dare to move the garbage can, afraid that its weight would be the final judgment, but he still forced his stiff hands to open the lid. The putrid and sour smell of garbage rushed out, and a pair of eyes as big as copper bells locked onto him.
Secretary Wang had a hollow in the center of his chest, overflowing with blood, as if he had been shot dead and then folded and stuffed into the garbage can. His pale hands on both sides were claw-like, as if trying to grasp onto something tightly. Zhang Moyan knew it was An Yuan.
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