Gu Aike stared at the beating public opinion data on the screen, and his fingertips made consistent crisp sounds on the mechanical keyboard, like heavy rain hitting the iron sheet. His area was the only one with lights on in the office. The workstation area outside the glass wall was already empty. Only the emergency light at the end of the corridor glowed with cold white light, stretching his shadow long and casting it on the white wall covered with data charts.
"Ancient Group
