The chairman's office at Yike Film and Television had windows on three sides, catching the sunlight from morning till night.
Huang Sicong sat in front of the coffee table, brewing tea. He glanced at Huo Ge, who was sitting with his back to the bright sun, his face cast in shadow.
Huo Ge was toying with a gold tea knife, making it spin and flip flexibly between his fingers like a butterfly flitting through flowers.
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