Because he had just taken over the company, Shen Junze had been working overtime these days. He needed to familiarize himself quickly with the company's affairs. When he looked up from his documents, it was already 8:30 PM. He stretched lazily, glanced at the high pile of folders on his desk, and sighed, knowing it would take a few more days to get through all the documents.
He tidied up, shut down the computer, and left the office. The company was empty and pitch-black, except for the light still on in his office.
Shen Junze rubbed his forehead, locked the office door, and drove home. As he turned a corner, he suddenly felt hungry and remembered that he hadn't even eaten lunch. He glanced at the street—there was only one noodle shop and a dumpling store nearby. He parked his car and walked toward the noodle shop, catching a glimpse of a figure following him from the corner of his eye. He stopped, turned around, and saw that there indeed was someone, but the person walked past him.
