Imitation

Time slowly moved forward in a calm and tense rhythm.

The Golden Age Building was still busy over the weekend.

Ji Mubai looked at the pile of documents in front of him. His left hand rubbed the space between his eyebrows while his right hand continued to move his pen.

One by one, the documents moved from the left to the right, and the light slowly turned to the west.

"Clink ~ ~ ~"

25th floor, he had arrived.

As Feng Xue'er stepped out of the elevator, she was greeted by Assistant Liu. "Miss Feng, the CEO has instructed us that he has something to attend to and that no one is allowed to disturb him. Why don't you take a break in the lounge first?"

Feng Xue'er stood up straight, looking at him sideways. "Am I anyone?" Seeing that Assistant Liu was about to speak again, Feng Xue'er walked straight ahead. "That's enough. Go back to your work. If there's anything you need me to do, I'll carry it!"