The clouds on the horizon were brilliantly red.
Mounding dark clouds desperately squeezed for their position, but they could only circle at the edge.
Some ashen clouds continuously flung themselves at the red clouds, only to be stripped of parts and then fall back in defeat.
Sometimes, the gray clouds expelled by the red ones would flop listlessly at the edge of the mass, unable to blend in, unable to break away, and yet so frail on their own.
Tao Lu exhaled a large puff of smoke, seemingly trying to assist the dark clouds in their struggle, his entire being exuding a sense of malaise.
Huang Qiangmin, tired of keeping company, sighed and said, "Tao, why don't you head back to the office to rest? I'll call you when there's a result?"
"I won't be able to rest well if I go back. I'd rather stay here." Tao Lu was unwilling to leave; he was waiting for the outcome of Jiang Yuan's case selection. What if he left now and Jiang Yuan also clocked out?
