Thump, thump, thump.
The knocking from outside immediately brought Gao Feng, who had been lying on the sofa, to a sitting position, her wary gaze instantly turning to the door.
Zhang Ye, on the other hand, seemed to have expected someone, gesturing to her that there was no need to be so tense.
Then, clearing his throat, he said:
"Come in."
The door creaked open.
Old Han's face, which looked as if it belonged to a chain smoker, peeked in from outside.
"Director Zhang, that kid is already here."
"Do you think..."
His gaze did not wander around the room but, after glancing at Zhang Ye, immediately maintained a posture of looking down at the floor, very submissive.
Gao Feng had already stood up from the sofa, and only after seeing who had come in did she relax.
"Alright, let him come in."
