As late April arrived in Yancheng, the days grew longer and longer.
At six in the afternoon, the sun was slowly sinking below the horizon, dyeing the sky in a gradient of orange-red and golden yellow.
Tang Song closed his laptop, tidied up his desk, and got off work on time.
He had barely clocked out at the front desk when someone gave his shoulder a hard pat.
Du Shaokai came over with a grin and clocked out right after him.
He winked at the company's beautiful receptionist. "Yuying, next time your Administration Department has a dinner gathering, make sure to let me know. I know a place with insanely good barbecue."
Du Yuying covered her mouth and laughed softly. "Sure, brother Du. When the time comes, us girls without cars will be counting on you for rides."
Du Shaokai shook the Cadillac keys in his hand. "No problem! Old Song and I are heading out first. Bye~"
"Bye bye."
Du Shaokai slung an arm around Tang Song's shoulder and pointed toward the stairwell with a smile. "Come on, Old Song. I need to talk to you about something. I sent you WeChat messages these past few days, but you never replied. Some things aren't convenient to say at the office."
Tang Song glanced at him and nodded. "Sure."
During the three days he had taken off, Du Shaokai had kept asking about the project's progress, telling him to try to finish it this week.
It seemed that, in his eyes, Tang Song would definitely submit under Director Chen's pressure.
"Creak—" They pushed open the sealed security door and walked into the quiet stairwell.
Du Shaokai visibly relaxed.
He took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one for himself, and took a deep drag before offering one to