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There was also a woman in a simple T-shirt and jeans in the office. She sat on a chair and clutched the jacket she was wearing.
Sang Yu paused on the jacket for two seconds before turning to ask the staff beside her, "How should I resolve this matter?"
"We've already done our work. We'll resolve the other party's reasons privately."
Sang Yu nodded. "How much?"
The staff said, "Fifty thousand."
"Okay. Can I take her away now?"
"The process is over. Of course."
Sang Yu nodded again and walked out of the office.
Surprised, the staff exchanged glances with her colleague. "Aren't you going to ask what happened?"
"Who knows?"
Bo Jinghang came out wearing a wrinkled black shirt. He had been drunk for the entire night and his head was hurting. His steps were unsteady and he looked exhausted.
Seeing Sang Yu leaning against the car door, she walked over.
She still reeked of alcohol, mixed with smoke and perfume.