In the darkness of night, at the heart of Linzhou City, on the thirty-second floor of a skyscraper by the window, a man supported his chin with his hand. He gazed at the night view of Linzhou City without a trace of appreciation in his eyes, displaying instead weariness and impatience.
After checking his watch countless times, just as he was about to lose his patience and make a phone call, at last, the distinct CLACK, CLACK, CLACK of high heels approached from outside the private room.
The door to the room was pushed open, and Dong Muyun's figure appeared.
The man finally spoke. "Three hours ago was our agreed time, right? In other words, Dong Muyun, you are a full three hours late!"
Dong Muyun was unfazed, not even bothering with a perfunctory apology. She simply shrugged. "Something came up unexpectedly."
"What could possibly be more important than my affairs?"
