Deep World was vast and perilous, and Han Fei didn't know what awaited him outside the apartment building. He felt uneasy yet curiously compelled.
Packing away his gaming helmet, Han Fei quickly fell asleep on his bed, more exhausted than he had ever been.
At just past seven in the morning, the ringing of his phone alarm woke Han Fei from his sleep, and he groggily answered the call, "Who is this?"
"Han Fei, there has been a misunderstanding with the company before. We've decided to offer you proper compensation for the unilateral termination. Can we meet to talk? As far as I know, you haven't joined another company yet."
Hearing the voice on the phone, Han Fei frowned and glanced at the caller ID—it was from his former company's department head, "How could I forget to block him?"
"Han Fei, this is a rare opportunity. I hope you'll consider it seriously; I made a considerable effort to secure this for you, considering our past relationship..."
