When Song Yi entered the office, Fu Shinian was leaning back in his chair exhaustedly, pinching the bridge of his nose. Song Yi even began to breathe more softly and stepped forward:
"Mr. Fu."
"Hmm." Fu Shinian responded softly and resumed his usual demeanor, looking at Song Yi, "Cancel all my schedules for the next two days, I need to take a trip to the movie city."
"Alright." Song Yi couldn't help but feel a sense of relief for the whole company, that this state of high tension was finally, finally going to end.
Fu Shinian said no more, and Song Yi dared not leave, so they just stood there in silence for a while until Fu Shinian's cellphone rang. He picked it up and glanced at it, furrowing his brows slightly—if Song Yi was not mistaken, amongst that fleeting impatience, there was also a mix of disappointment.
Could it be that Mr. Fu was waiting for a call?
"Nianwan." When Mr. Fu spoke softly, Song Yi quietly slipped out.
