Upon arriving at his office, before his buttocks even touched the seat, Wu Buwei brought someone in.
It was none other than Du Yihai, who had visited a month earlier.
At this time, his hair had turned completely white, and he looked at least twenty years older than before. When he looked at Du Heng, the bloodshot veins in his eyes were clearly visible. Indeed, the wrinkles on his forehead and at the corners of his eyes could be described as deep gullies.
A month ago, Du Yihai had been more deferential, yet he had still possessed some vitality.
But today, he truly resembled a lifeless, walking corpse.
Seeing Du Heng, he didn't say anything, only straightened his back a little, his hands clasped before his abdomen, apparently concealing something beneath his clothes.
After Wu Buwei showed him in, he helped Du Heng by pouring a glass of water, placed it in front of Du Yihai, and then excused himself to attend to his own matters.
