The city outside Xu Jingli's office was alive with twinkling lights and muted chaos, but inside, the silence was deafening. Papers were strewn across his desk, the glowing monitor reflected the weariness etched into his features. Xu Jingli had been like this for a week now—working tirelessly, drowning himself in an endless tide of tasks as if to escape the gnawing guilt.
His employees, however, were not as stoic. For the past seven days, they had been dragged into his downward spiral, working late nights with little rest. Whispers of exhaustion filled the air in hushed tones, though no one dared voice their frustrations aloud.
Lu Fang, Xu Jingli's assistant, had been observing his boss closely. Tonight, he decided to intervene. After all, Xu Jingli wasn't just his boss—he was his friend.
Knocking twice on the door, Lu Fang stepped into the room. "Sir, it's already late," he began, his tone a mixture of firmness and concern. "You need to go home."
