Chengchuan is Not Surnamed Lu

As the words fell, Lu Zhaohe's expression turned slightly indifferent.

He leaned back and spoke softly, "What do you want to say?"

Bai Pu opened her mouth, sensing his sudden cold attitude, she swallowed her original words and changed her approach, "It's nothing, just a bit curious."

"If it's not something you should be curious about, then don't bother yourself with it," Lu Zhaohe's face grew stern, his tone low and merciless.

He paused and continued, "Someone like him, in a high position, requires the approval of the board of directors for a transfer. I don't have that much influence. Bai Pu, I know you came to Chengchuan to take on a leisurely job. If that's the case, don't inquire about things you shouldn't."

Being called out by name, Bai Pu shivered. For some reason, she felt that Lu Zhaohe's demeanor had become exceptionally severe as if he was warning her about something.

And she understood that Luo Cheng's matter had nothing to do with him.