Director Meisai made Wang Zhanting wait in the reception room for a full two hours before arriving leisurely. You could see it as deliberate or simply that he was genuinely busy, but Wang Zhanting sat calmly in his seat, with gray-streaked temples neatly in place. There was a cup of untouched coffee on the table, the black liquid emanating coldness, and his drooping eyelids seemed to be dozing, his head nodding gently.
It seemed he was asleep, but at the sound of the door opening, Wang Zhanting swiftly raised his head to locate the door, as Director Meisai rushed in. A half-hearted apology didn't matter to Wang Zhanting; compared to Shao Weihua, Meisai seemed more reliable.
"Mr. Wang, I presume? I'm Meisai." Settling into the seat opposite Wang Zhanting, he wiped the sweat from his forehead with a blue and muted yellow plaid handkerchief. "Oh, God, this weather makes you want to bury yourself in a fridge."
