Fan Xui waited and waited and waited but he did not get an answer from Wen uncle. He lost hope. Every day dragged on agonisingly painful. He held his aching head. "Bring me Advil."
"You need sleep."
Fan Xui glanced up. His assistant stood there with a deep frown on his face. Even he had dark circles all around his eyes sockets. "Looks like you are the one who needs rest,"
"I'm serious. I'm talking to you as a friend, not as your assistant. Get some sleep. I will try my best to find him."
"Try contacting his manger again. Ask him for updates,"
"hmm.." Hans threw one last worried glance before he left the office room. Outside, at least ten people waited anxiously for him.
"Is our boss calm?"
Hans shook his head and walked back to his seat.
The ten managers dispersed, but along the way they started to gossip.
