Little Lu acknowledged and nodded, closing the door to Fu Huai'an's office as he left the room.
The minute Little Lu got back to his seat, he whipped out his own phone and opened the Weibo app, eager to find out what text Fu Huai'an would add to the retweet.
Fu Huai'an got up and got behind the large office desk, sitting down in his own chair. He bit that unlit cigarette at the corner of his lips.
He took out the photo that he had taken countless looks at from the drawer, his thumb lightly moving over it, then set it aside. Fu Huai'an's gaze lowered as he stared at the blinking cursor on the tablet computer.
The sky outside of the French windows had gradually turned a dark shade of blue. The warm lighting emitted from the lamp above Fu Huai'an's head reflected his well-chiseled facial features on the French windows, appearing warm.
His long fingers typed slowly on the virtual keyboard, his gaze warm.
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