The atmosphere in the study was stagnant. Wen Qianyu stood before the desk, his spine slightly hunched. The muscles in his calves ached, and he felt as though he could barely remain standing.
Wen Yuqin was slowly wiping his glasses, taking his time. It was impossible to tell how long had passed before he finally ended this "torture."
"Find some time tomorrow." The man pushed a card across the desk, his tone neither cold nor warm. "Go to this place and meet someone."
Chapter 97