Sat down at a table in the corner.

"Do you remember how that person humiliated you for the first time? Do you dare to approach him again?"

"I don't have a choice."

Hearing his fierce tone, I pulled my wrist out of his grip, feeling a sense of inexplicable grievance in my helplessness.

Mr. Shen fell silent for a moment and visibly softened his tone.

"Is he always bothering you?"

I didn't answer, which was taken as a confirmation.

"Did he cause your injuries too?"

I pressed my lips together, unable to deny it.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mr. Shen suddenly stand up impulsively, and I quickly grabbed hold of him in fear.

"Mr. Shen, don't do this, listen to me first."

I was surprised by Mr. Shen's uncharacteristically impulsive reaction and even more afraid of what extreme actions he might take.

If he really started a fight because of me, wouldn't it be my fault if the loss and compensation manager blamed me? I couldn't afford that.

Fortunately, Mr. Shen was fundamentally a stable person emotionally, and he sat back down after listening to what I had to say.

"Tell me, what's going on exactly."

I hesitated and didn't want to speak up. "It's nothing, it's all resolved now, just a small conflict."

"It has nothing to do with you, Mr. Shen, so don't worry about it."

Mr. Shen's face visibly darkened. "How is it of no concern? We have an employer-employee relationship, and if you're injured, it will affect your work with me."

I quickly waved my hand. "No, it won't. I promise it won't affect anything. I won't take leave because of this, so please don't worry."

Mr. Shen fell silent and looked at me without saying anything.

I actually understood his good intentions, but I didn't think it was necessary to talk about my own matters with outsiders, and I definitely couldn't trouble others with my problems.

I changed the subject. "Is it because it's the weekend that you have time to come over, Mr. Shen?"

Mr. Shen replied indifferently, "Sort of."

He suddenly asked me, "Is that person named Zhang Kun? The boss of Shengtian Technology?"

That scumbag did indeed have that identity. The manager mentioned it before, saying that when his daughter registered at the institution, they also collected information on parents.

But...

"How did Mr. Shen know?"

Mr. Shen glanced at me and said, "You don't need to worry about it. It has nothing to do with you."

Sensing his peculiar tone, I suddenly felt awkward and rubbed my nose.

I wanted to say, "I'll get back to work," but Mr. Shen said, "Sit here and chat with me tonight. I've talked to your manager about it."

I suddenly felt a bit troubled. The next second, Mr. Shen added, "The drinks I ordered tonight will be on your tab as well, so don't worry."

Alright, he's got the money, so he gets to decide.