At eleven thirty in the evening, Secretary Xia sat alone at the edge of the rooftop, scattered soda cans around him.
His hair was messy, his face a picture of dejection, far from the imposing figure he held when issuing orders at Department C...
Two hours ago, after finishing his work, he saw that the light in Zhou Wenbin's office was still on, so he went to ask if dinner needed to be prepared.
Zhou Wenbin said he still had work to handle and told him to leave first; Secretary Xia thought nothing of it, as this happened often, so he left.
But as he walked out of the Z Building, he realized he had forgotten something and turned back to retrieve it.
Just as he stepped into the office, he suddenly heard his superior's angry shouts coming from inside the room.
Seeing the door was slightly ajar, Secretary Xia meant to ask what was going on.
