The night was enchanting, the lights dimmed.
T.R Group, President's Office.
The light was still on, and after ending a video conference that had lasted two hours, Li Fengchang rubbed his brow, stood up to pour a glass of water, and when he returned to his desk, he saw his phone vibrating.
He glanced at the screen, a string of unfamiliar numbers, no notes attached.
He frowned and picked up the phone, his fingertip sliding to the answer button.
"Who is this?"
"...Fengchang, it's me."
A soft female voice came through the handset, tinged with a hint of shyness and a thumping heart.
"Fengchang, haven't you gotten off work yet?"
He recognized the voice, it was Ding Rui, with whom he had dinner last night.
Li Fengchang freed a hand to shut down the computer and answered indifferently, "Hmm, what's up?"
"Oh, nothing much, I just got off work too. Do you have time for some late-night food together?"
"It's too late, another time."
