While Su Qiao was cooking instant noodles, on the other side, in an office on the fourth floor, the atmosphere was a bit depressing.
"Ahai..."
Zhang Wenli glanced at the man sitting on the sofa smoking, and leaned towards her husband Song Hai with some fear.
"Don't be afraid."
Song Hai patted her shoulder and carefully comforted his wife.
Then he looked at the man on the sofa: "Mr. Kang."
Kang Weibo blew out a smoke ring and looked at him quietly: "Song Hai, how long have you been working for me?"
Song Hai thought for a moment and said, "It's been exactly five years."
Kang Weibo nodded slightly and flicked the ash off his cigarette. "How am I to you?"
Song Haixin raised his voice even higher.
"Mr. Kang is very nice to me."
Kang Weibo stared at him for a long time before speaking again:
"Song Hai, you have followed me for so long, you should know what kind of person I am."
"Although Xiaohui is a little naughty, I only have this one son. I don't want him to have any regrets, nor do I want him to be in any danger. Do you understand?"
Song Hai's hands clenched suddenly and his expression became very ugly.
Zhang Wenli was so frightened that her face turned pale, and she hugged his arm tightly: "Ahai..."
Song Hai turned his head to look at his wife, gritted his teeth, and suddenly knelt on the beige tile floor:
"Mr. Kang, I am very grateful for your cultivation of me over the years. I am also very grateful that you did not abandon me even in the end of the world, but..."
Song Hai's eyes were red, and he held his wife's hand tightly:
"But Xiaoli is my wife. She grew up with me. I can't... can't live without her!"
Kang Weibo frowned slightly, a hint of gloom flashed across his eyes. He put the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray and slowly put it out.
"Song Hai, a gentleman does not take away someone else's love. Since you have such deep feelings for her, just pretend I never mentioned this matter."
"However, a man should have great ambitions, especially in these troubled times, and being too sentimental is not a good idea.
You have to have a bottom line and principles, and you can't let emotional matters interfere with your work."
Kang Minghui, who had not dared to say anything, muttered, "That's right, women are like clothes, why take it so seriously?"
It’s not like he won’t return it to him, he’s just playing with it for a bit and will return it to him when he’s done.
Song Hai did not relax in his heart, and bowed very respectfully: "Mr. Kang, I remember it."
"But I, Song Hai, am not very smart, I don't have any great abilities, and I don't have any great ambitions. I just want to find a safe place with my wife to live a quiet life."
Kang Weibo narrowed his eyes and looked at him: "You want to leave?"
Song Hai broke out in a cold sweat, held his wife's hand tightly, and said through gritted teeth:
"I really don't have the ability to help you, sir. I have a family to support, so I would be a waste of your resources."
Kang Weibo was silent for a moment: "Everyone has their own aspirations. If that's the case, then I won't keep you here."
Song Hai secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Mr. Kang, once the zombies outside disperse, I will take my wife away immediately. Thank you for your care during this period of time."
"Um."
Kang Weibo waved at him.
Song Hai quickly stood up and walked out of the room with his wife.
After they left, Kang Minghui said anxiously, "Dad!"
How could he let Song Hai and the others leave so easily
Kang Weibo glanced at him and said slowly, "There are so many zombies outside. They can't leave for a while."
Song Hai was just a man with some earth-related abilities, and he was accompanied by a weak woman. There was no way that the two of them could escape unscathed.