Wen Suihan sneezed twice in a row, and Zhang Qian couldn't help but glance at him.
"Got a cold?"
Wen Suihan didn't say anything, he hadn't been sleeping much these past few days and indeed caught a bit of a chill.
"It's nothing."
After Zhang Qian tossed the project proposal in his hand to Wen Suihan, he got up from the sofa alone.
"Preliminarily, I don't see any issues. As for legal risk avoidance, I still need to take it back for thorough research. Have someone send it to my email, and I'll get it done for you within a day or two."
Just as he reached the door, Zhang Qian suddenly turned back: "Oh right, I remembered something."
"What is it?"
Wen Suihan clearly didn't have much energy.
After a moment of hesitation, Zhang Qian still said: "My office took on a case this afternoon, about a mortgaged auction of a house. It's a small villa in the suburbs, sold for over four million yuan. However, the previous owner's family has permanent residency rights..."
