"Mr. Qian, my condolences," Jiang Xinyu said softly.
Qian Jun nodded, "You three should head back."
"Mr. Qian, it's better to have Secretary Fang stay with you; it'll be convenient if anything comes up."
Qian Jun glanced at Jiang Xinyu, nodded, "Alright, Secretary Fang will stay. You two take care."
"Okay, take care of yourself."
As they rode their bikes, neither knew what to say. A joyful occasion had unexpectedly turned into this.
"Jiang Xinyu, you shouldn't go out alone at night anymore; it's too dangerous."
"Yeah, who would've thought something like this would happen? From now on, you and Jingyi must stick together."
"We'll definitely stay together; I'm scared. What happened here?"
"I heard from Secretary Song that the man wasn't mentally stable."
"It's such a pity."
"Yes, it's a real pity."
When they arrived at the factory, Jiang Xinyu was not in a good mood; accepting the sudden death of an acquaintance wasn't easy.
