“Boss Zhang, Boss Zhang! There's an important guest here to see you.”
Zhang Yu looked up from the documents he had been reading, glanced at the speaker, then lowered his gaze again and asked leisurely, “And who might this important guest be?”
“Gu Dongyang.”
“Oh? I was wondering who this so-called important person was.” Zhang Yu replied indifferently. “Gu Dongyang? Never heard of him.”
“After all those days and nights we've spent living under the same roof, you're telling me you don't know me?” A deep, amused voice sounded from the doorway. “Should I do something to help you remember exactly who I am?”