Can't Afford to Offend My Scheming Disciple

114. Trouble

Translator: Alanese Fantasy

Zhuo Hua looked at the two big characters “Chen Hua” in the magazine in a daze. If Nan Chen wanted to ask for his forgiveness, what was the point of doing this?

“Young master? Young master!”

Hearing someone call him, Zhuo Hua withdrew his thoughts and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Young master, I went back to sort out the company files you asked for last night. Here you are! I called you just now, but you didn’t respond,” Zhang Xiang said. He followed Zhuo Hua’s sight and saw a magazine.

“This person… isn’t he the one in the ward that day?” Seeing Nan Chen’s face, Zhang Xiang recognized him immediately.

Zhuo Hua took the files in Zhang Xiang’s hand and looked through them without saying a word.

Seeing that Zhuo Hua didn’t want to mention this person more, Zhang Xiang shut his mouth and left.

Not long after, Zhuo Hua pushed the door open and came out of the office.

Zhang Xiang, who was sitting in his seat, stood up and asked, “Young master, how can I help?”

“I want to go to the police station.”

After all, Zhuo Hua was only discharged from hospital, and he spent most of his time there. Zhang Xiang was worried that something might happen to Zhuo Hua, so he followed him to the police station.

In the police station, Zhuo Feng and Fan Lei were surprised to see Zhuo Hua.

Zhuo Feng asked, “Hua’er, didn’t I ask you to stay in the hospital? How did you come out?”

“Dad, mom, I’m fine. But why were you framed by others?”

“Hahaha…” Zhuo Feng laughed and replied, “How do you know that I was framed? What if I really did that?”

“I believe in you, and believe your temperaments. I know you would not do things like tax evasion.”

Zhuo Feng smiled with satisfaction and continued, “You don’t have to worry. I have never done these things, so it is impossible for those people to convict me with those fake charges. At worst, they will  detain me here for a few more days and the company will lose some projects.”

“Hua’er,” Fan Lei said, “You still need a good rest. Please go home first.”

“Mom, I’m fine. I’m much better now.”

…

After saying a few words to Zhuo Feng and Fan lei, Zhuo Hua left the police station.

“Young master, where are we going now?” Zhang Xiang asked Zhuo Hua. It was almost time to get off work.

“Let’s go to the company to fetch something and go home.”

When they were still some distance away from the company, they saw a lot of people around the building.

“What’s going on?”

Zhang Xiang sat in the passenger seat, poked his head out and looked for a while. Then he turned his head and said to Zhuo Hua who was in the back seat, “Someone spread the rumors that the raw materials used by our company are all non-standard. Now these buyers are coming to the company, and even some reporters are here.”

The Zhuo Group mainly sold cosmetics. Their products only used raw materials which complied with the national standard and each process during the production was supervised by an authorized staff, so there was no way their products would have problems.

It seemed like those people had made some trouble for them again.

“Young master, let’s go back home first,” Zhang Xiang said as he waved his hand and asked the driver to turn around.

“No,” Zhuo Hua said, “Now, our company is in the teeth of the crisis. If those people saw us leaving, they would probably make some other stories again.”

If they turned around and left today,  there would be news tomorrow: Why did the future heir of the Zhuo Group suddenly appear in the company and escape?’

Zhuo Hua asked the driver to get closer, and then he got out of the car.

The security guards at the door was trying their best to stop these people. Seeing Zhuo Hua coming, they made a way for him with difficulty. Zhang Xiang and the driver also protected Zhuo Hua in the middle.