Qu Daowen is not Lu Cheng either.
...
"Director Wu, please have some tea. The department doesn't have any good tea leaves. Please make do." In the lounge, Dai Linfang, who was called by Lu Cheng, took care of logistics first before sitting down.
Zhang Zixu went to the operating room to work like a horse, while Chen Fang prepared some fruits and carried several big bags: "Director Wu, you can choose first."
As the saying goes, don't hit a smiling face.
But Wu Xiang came here to ask for help, and suddenly being surrounded by Lu Cheng and his team was unexpected.
He looked at Lu Cheng and his team one by one, grinned: "What are you trying to do? Eat me?"
"This old bag of bones, how much meat do I have?"
Lu Cheng said: "Director Wu, you're overthinking it. Mainly, we're all young and afraid we won't understand your instructions, so we gathered like this."
Dai Linfang nodded: "Director Wu, just say what you need. Anyway, all three of us are here."
