The next day, when Zhuo Xiangnan entered the company, Secretary Chen saw the injury on his face and a flicker of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he swiftly suppressed the astonishment to the depths of his gaze.
Although he had heard about the fight between him and Zhuo Xiangqiao in the hotel last night, knowing Xiangnan for so many years, he was aware that Xiangnan was usually very composed. It seemed impossible for someone like Xiangnan to engage in a public fight with his own brother.
Now, it appeared that the incident was indeed true…
Secretary Chen composed himself, picked up the documents on the desk, and walked in.
"Put down the documents and step out for now," Zhuo Xiangnan, frowning, eyed the stack of papers in Chen's hands and said.
After Chen had left, Xiangnan touched the corner of his mouth. The wound still hurt after a whole night, showing how hard Xiangqiao had hit him. He cursed under his breath and flipped open the file in front of him.
