The logo of Yaoguang Building lit up in the twilight, resembling an icy quantum dot that echoed the reflection of Guan Yao's ring in the distance.
Looking up, he saw Guan Yao's silhouette through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the top floor talking with Aunt Qīng, their gestures identical as they both pointed toward the direction of the Starlight Conference Room.
Zhang Shuli's briefcase swayed in the autumn breeze, the edge of the nondisclosure agreement rubbing against his inner thigh like a red-hot branding iron.
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