'He actually made it...!'
Although since learning that Qiu Tu was plotting to become the Head of the Political Department, a premonition lingered in Yan Chen's mind.
But when it all became reality, he still found it hard to believe.
Today's weather in Xinjie City was fine, but because the curtains were drawn in the office, the light could only struggle through the gaps in the curtains, barely providing a glimmer of brightness to the spacious office.
Sitting in this piece of territory that belonged solely to him, Yan Chen leaned back in the mahogany chair, his whole person cloaked in darkness.
He closed his eyes, tilting his head back, silently contemplating in the dim environment.
'Something's off, something's really off...'
His mind raced, and he proceeded to sort through everything that had happened recently.
'Qiu Tu's promotion was just too fast...'
'It's as though a hand is orchestrating everything.'
Yan Chen recalled the year he had known Qiu Tu.
