In the luxurious office, warm air from the air conditioner swirled, creating indoor spring-like conditions. On the coffee table, the aroma of Blue Mountain coffee wafted up, carrying with it a soothing warmth. Zhang Ziwen had a cigarette tucked into the corner of his mouth, as he held a freshly printed newspaper, poring over his recent work of manipulation - a skill where he definitely excelled, being a natural expert at it. He let out a comfortable sigh, with a satisfied hum of pleasantness. And why wouldn't he be comfortable, when a pair of soft and gentle hands were massaging his shoulders? Who else could make him enjoy this level of luxury, if not the sweet Tang Shu, who seemed to enjoy making him comfortable the most…?