While Fang Ze and Bai Zhi were waiting, the director's office was never empty. The phone on the secretary's desk hardly ever stopped ringing.
People coming and going all carried documents, their postures upright and their faces hurried.
Seeing this scene and comparing it with the gossiping group at his own Security Bureau, Fang Ze suddenly felt a bit ashamed: it seemed he wasn't a good director after all. Clearly under the same system, the difference was so vast, like one was a regular army and the other an auxiliary unit.
And just as he was thinking this, the female director finally had time to see them.
Led by the secretary, Fang Ze and Bai Zhi walked into the director's office.
Inside the director's office, the female director, whom Fang Ze had seen last time, had her blue hair tied up. She sipped a blue liquid while frowning over a document in her hand.
Seeing this, Fang Ze and Bai Zhi didn't dare to disturb her and simply stood where they were, patiently waiting.