After the Quarrel, the Emotional Fragments Were Thrown Away, and the Richest Man Picked up the Ring.

At two o'clock in the morning, the glass curtain wall of the Lu Group Building was still dazzlingly bright. I stared at the thirteenth version of the plan on the computer screen, my fingers hanging on the save button, shaking like chaff. I was the only lamp left in the office. The air was filled with the faint smell of instant coffee and printing paper. The air conditioner blew goose bumps on my arms. "Lin Niannian, come in." The internal phone rang, the voice was low and cold, and even the punctuation had a condescending tone.