The general manager pointed to the left and I helped Zihan out of the general manager's office.

Zihan said, "I'll just go myself."

"Fool, I pretend!" I said.

"Why?"

"Shh, tell you in the bathroom."

Zihan went into the bathroom, washed his face and cleaned his clothes. But there are some red prints. I wonder if they can be washed out.

Zihan asked me softly, "What on earth are you doing?"

I said, "I accidentally slipped and spilled a cup of tea on you, and then helped you to the bathroom. Then we leave the false contract on the tea table, and the general manager of the harvest will take...