Lu Yuzhen looked at Xia Micheng’s crystal clear gaze. “You want me to help Wang Cong?”
“It’s not about helping Wang Cong. Someone played a dirty trick by beating Wang Cong up. He’s our team leader, so I’ll need to get the surveillance footage—”
“So what?” Lu Yuzhen interrupted.
Xia Micheng stared at him. “What?”
Lu Yuzhen’s back leaned nonchalantly against the seat and, just like a successful businessman, his expression was indifferent and merciless. “What does everything that you’ve said have anything to do with me?”