Nan Zhi stood outside the study in trepidation. Biting her lip, she took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
Knock knock knock.
There was no response.
She knocked again.
Still, there was no response.
Her heartbeat sped up and she did not know if she was afraid to face him or if it was something else.
Placing a hand on the doorknob, she steeled herself before turning it gently.
The lights were still on in the study and the pungent smell of tobacco wafted in the air.
Nan Zhi placed the tray of food on the desk and she frowned slightly, looking at the ashtray filled to the brim with cigarette butts.
She poured the cigarette butts into the bin and returned the ashtray back to its original position. The phone on the desk vibrated suddenly. Nan Zhi's finger accidentally touched the screen and the call connected.
