Gu Haoyang put out his cigarette in the ashtray. The ashtray was made of crystal and looked quite noble when placed on the desk.
The heating in the office was fully turned on. He had already taken off his coat and was wearing a thin black sweater. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, exposing the veins on his forearms. Outside the window was the busy traffic on Beijing's Third Ring Road, but he had no intention of looking at that.
