The next day.
Wang Jian lay there lazily, really not wanting to get out of bed.
Yesterday, after Lehman had given Tom a good scolding, he sent faxes to AT&T and Nokia.
By the time the visit details were negotiated, it was nearly ten o'clock.
Because of this, Wang Jian not only missed the famous New Year's parade in New York.
He also didn't get a chance to kiss a girl at a New Year's Eve party.
Just as he was mentally preparing to sleep in, the doorbell suddenly rang.
"Fuck, who is it?!" A grouchy Wang Jian, barefoot, walked over to the apartment door.
Through the peephole, he saw Tom and Dorsey sneaking around.
"Why are you guys here?" Wang Jian opened the door and said grumpily to the two.
"Dorsey's girlfriend isn't around," Tom settled himself on the sofa, "and as for me, it's because my girlfriend has been around non-stop."
"I ordered pizza, it should be here soon," Dorsey followed suit and collapsed onto the sofa.
