Jintai Building, top floor:
"Boss, after the meeting with Finance at 7 p.m. ends, are you going back to the castle, or…"
"I'm not going back to the castle," Long Xiliang said.
Zhou Qi's throat constricted.
Long Xiliang was a workaholic in the company; he could go 24 hours without stopping.
But how could they, ordinary mortals, keep up with Long Xiliang's marathon sessions? Several had already collapsed from exhaustion after trying to keep up with his 24-hour brainstorming sessions.
Standing before his boss, Zhou Qi couldn't help but let his thoughts drift.
Why isn't he going back to the castle?
Why does he seem like a husband who's quarreled with his wife and now dreads going home?
The boss was becoming more and more henpecked by the day.
Zhou Qi had completed a round of thoughts when he realized Long Xiliang was glaring at him.
The weather didn't require air conditioning anymore, but the coldness around was chilling to the bone.
