When Xia Lu entered the office, Zhou Mingchen thought she was there to negotiate terms with him today. After all, forty million was no small sum, and there was no way she could come up with it on her own. Among the people she knew, who was better suited for her to approach than himself? However, since she would rely on him to provide this money, naturally there had to be something in exchange, and he was well prepared for this.
Zhou Mingchen sat at his desk with a composed demeanor, neither lifting his head nor taking the initiative to speak. Since it was Xia Lu who was seeking his help, he just needed to wait quietly and maintain an aloof air.
However, the anticipated conversation didn't happen. Xia Lu walked up to the desk and placed a thin piece of paper before his eyes. Zhou Mingchen glanced at it from the corner of his eye.
"What does this mean?" Suddenly, his tone was filled with an inescapable surprise.
