Sun Wen had left.
With him, half of the company left too.
Chen Rui arrived early at the company but didn't go into the office; instead, he sat in Sun Wen's position, watching the company entrance expressionlessly, waiting for the employees to come.
Nine ten had already passed, and including him, only six people showed up.
There were no usual greetings, no whispers; the other five people didn't speak, sitting in their own places looking at each other, not understanding what had happened.
The silence in the air made one feel somewhat oppressed.
Chen Rui slightly turned his head stiffly, his gaze sweeping over the faces of those who remained; after a long silence, his body suddenly slumped, as if deboned, weakly leaning against the chair back, his gaze drifting around and finally landed on Qin Guanglin's spot.
Two chief artists, one colorist, one editor, two assistants, and one copywriter, none had come.