"Mm."
His deep, resonant voice hummed from his nose, carrying an undeniable authority.
The woman pushed open the door, revealing an enormous office—understated yet luxurious in decor. Despite being in the United States, everything about the furnishings and layout exuded the unmistakable antique charm of Huaxia Country.
Upon entering, the woman immediately detected the rich aroma of tobacco that filled the office.
The large mahogany window lattice was slightly ajar, casting a faint glow against the darkening sky.
It was evening in Huaxia Country at this time, but in the United States, the sky was just beginning to lighten.
Situ Xuan was seated in the center of the office on a large leather sofa. His fingertips held a half-smoked cigar, with a long ash formed at the end, indicating that he had been in this position for quite some time.
He sat with his eyes closed, as if gathering his energy, with his other hand propping up his forehead against the armrest of the sofa.
