Time was the most miraculous magician. Some things Lu PingAn had thought would never happen in his lifetime, yet when the moment truly arrived, they seemed perfectly natural.
The melon was ripe, the fruit fragrant. The season had come; one gust of wind brought the scent rushing to the nose. It was time to eat.
It was that simple and straightforward. There was no need to think too much.
It was just that the little private tune had passed in a flash, while the grand symphony seemed nowhere near its end. Proper business—or rather, official business—never seemed to end.
"You finally decided to show up? Do you know how many calls I got yesterday that I couldn't refuse?"
The moment he entered the office, Lu PingAn understood the complaint.
One desk, another desk, and two carts were piled with documents. Lu PingAn immediately decided to honestly pretend he had heard and seen nothing. As long as she did not drag him into overtime, everything was fine. He would buy her milk tea later, give her a raise, and make up her overtime pay.
"You couldn't refuse any of them? The True God Church? Wanjing's higher-ups? Phosphorus People factions? Lady Lin High-Level? The military front line... Uh, looking at your expression, I get it. All of the above?"
"All of them."
Catherine nodded. She had gone numb yesterday. She could not afford to offend any side, yet Lu PingAn had chosen to vanish.
If the current Lu PingAn truly wanted people to be unable to find him, then even if everyone knew his physical coordinates, those who were meant to fail would still fail to find him.
Hearing that, Lu PingAn, who had also achieved something in the field of space, fell silent.
He had known that he would be busy