He stopped typing and checked his wristwatch. He will do it every minute, like he was waiting for someone to knock at his door. Guang Jin already prepared everything. It took him hours to decide. He didn't know if it was only him who felt this way or it was supposedly like this. "What's taking him too long?" he finally snorted out.
He stood from his swivel chair and pulled his necktie upwards. He put on his coat that swayed in the air as he walked away. If Yang was still doing his job, he could just ask for him real quick to arrange what he prepared.
