He groped his way along, frequently stopping to ask for directions until he finally found Wei Tianfu's office.
Lightly knocking on the door from outside, he waited for Wei Tianfu's response before pushing the door open and walking in.
After entering, President Gu was completely bewildered, doubting if he had wandered into the wrong place.
Was this really where Wei Tianfu worked? If someone told him it was a factory storeroom, President Gu would have believed it.
Everywhere he looked, there seemed to be no place to set foot.
The area was cluttered with piles of file folders, while countless sheets of paper fluttered all around.
WeI Tianfu, seated at his desk, was holding a magnifying glass in his hand at the time.
The desk was overflowing with a chaotic assortment of papers.
Among the visible mess, there was a broken fountain pen on the desk.
