Sun Wei is not idle and bored, but rather upholding a sense of responsibility towards Chen Fan.
Or to put it another way, it's not just about Chen Fan; as the president of the branch office, he cares about the safety of every member.
Especially in the current situation.
The headquarters, with good intentions, sent an extra bow with a drawing weight of ten thousand pounds. If he lets Chen Fan leave with this bow and something goes wrong, what would he do?
Even if the headquarters doesn't pursue the matter, he'd be haunted by guilt for the rest of his life.
"President, you want to see me draw this bow, right?" Chen Fan asked with a smile.
"Correct."
Sun Wei's face remained serious, "Unless you can do it, I won't let you take this bow out of the branch office."
"Alright then."
Chen Fan was a bit helpless but also moved, understanding that the president's intentions were good.
