The meeting room was quiet.
They had only gone through half of the scheduled agenda, but the Finnish officials had already left early. Sergei, who stood up, didn't know if he should sit or not. He eyed the assistant behind him and the latter immediately walked up to help him clean up the things on the table.
When the documents were sorted and chairs began to move, the Russian officials also began to pack up.
Even half of the expectations weren't reached, yet the meeting was over.
Jiang Chen, who stood in front of the satellite map, put down the marker and walked toward the door. When he came, he only brought himself, so there was nothing to pack up. When he left, he called Ayesha and asked her to help arrange a dinner at the front desk.
He just wanted to have a hot dinner now. The last time he properly ate something was already twenty-four hours ago.
