It was five in the morning.
Xu Jingxi donned a simple bathrobe and left the bedroom to busy himself on the terrace.
Leaning in a lounge chair, his eyes were bloodshot, probably unsatisfied.
Schreyer dared not look too long, continuing to assist him with the unfinished work.
He lit a cigarette and smoked in solitude and silence. After easing his cravings with a few puffs, he opened the document from the safe.
Schreyer helped him press the stamp into the inkpad, then handed it over to him, "The issue left by Liu Huaiying, the Chicago side said it has been properly handled, encouraging you to rest easy. If there are transactions in the future, they said to keep in touch."
He couldn't be bothered to care, focusing on reviewing the documents instead.
After nearly half a year, everything suddenly went quiet.
Without any adversaries, his loneliness became even more pronounced, his long fingers casually flipping through the pages, "Do you have something to say?"
