Inside the computer laboratory, Chén Zhāoyáng sat composed at his desk, the coffee cup in his hand trembling slightly with the subtle movement of his fingers. The brown liquid inside seemed startled, gently rippling against the rim of the cup and tracing tiny concentric circles.
His gaze had initially rested on the computer screen, but his thoughts had long since drifted away. Just moments ago, an unexpected piece of news had cut through his calm train of thought like a flash of lightning. The other party had acted with such swiftness, and without the slightest hesitation, had gone straight to President Wang—this was completely beyond his anticipation.
Outside the window, sunlight slanted through the gaps in the blinds, casting bright beams that sliced the desktop into alternating stripes of light and shadow. The shift of light and shadow mirrored his current state of mind, its rhythm disrupted by the sudden news.
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