Downtown, Shengshi Building.
After nightfall, the bustling metropolis was everywhere aglow with neon lights, the streets were constantly flowing like beautiful ribbons of light, adding a thicker sense of liveliness to the city.
Except for this skyscraper.
Shengshi Group's work hours followed an 8-hour system, so after seven o'clock, there were seldom any lights seen inside the building.
But that night, the top floor remained brightly lit.
"President, aren't you going home? It's already so late, and your body hasn't fully recovered,"
Secretary Chen Xiaosen had reached the top floor of the building and saw that at this hour, the person inside was still busy.
He couldn't help but be somewhat concerned.
However, the man listened but didn't even lift an eyelid, seated at his spacious desk, his upright figure meticulous under the light, and in the quiet light, all that could be heard was the sound of his slender fingers tapping on the laptop.
