"Zuxing, are you feeling hot?"
At this moment, Liu Jianyang noticed something odd.
Zhang Zuxing's forehead was, unexpectedly, beaded with sweat.
His heart sank.
Zhang Zuxing wiped off the sweat and said, "I just ran over here and drank some hot tea, thus the sweating."
"So, you are feeling a bit unwell."
Liu Jianyang patted him on the back.
Then, turning to Lin Shujie, he said, "Ah Jie, go get a towel."
"Oh, right away."
Lin Shujie hurried into the bathroom.
She moved so quickly because when she stood up, the soy milk had already started running down her leg, and if she didn't make a few quick steps, Liu Jianyang might have noticed.
Monday.
The customs building.
The regular meeting had concluded.
No sooner had Liu Jianyang returned to his office than his secretary came in, saying, "Director Liu, Director Chen is looking for you."
"Oh? Let him in."
After Liu Jianyang responded, just as he got up, Chen Fang walked in.
"Director Chen, please, come in, have a seat."
