The sun set in the west.
At the entrance of the former company headquarters, Pan Yang paced back and forth.
Finally.
The figure of the boss, Xu Jing, appeared, walking out of the Dongyue Building, looking full of energy and moving freely, clearly having recovered her health.
Still the same neat short hair.
Familiar yet strange.
Pan Yang took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and walked over quickly, blocking her path with an unprecedentedly rude posture, without greeting her.
Forcing Xu Jing to stop, her brow instinctively furrowed, but then, upon seeing Pan Yang, her expression turned joyful, and she unexpectedly smiled, "What brings you here?"
This didn't feel out of place.
After all, Pan Yang now had no ties with Dongyue Chemical.
Pan Yang didn't speak, just stared at her without blinking.
Xu Jing pretended not to notice.
"How long have you been waiting? Why didn't you come up? Or you could have called me. Didn't you delete my contact information already?"
