When Fu Qian pushed open the glass door, there was less than a minute left until nine thirty.
Almost at the same moment, a sea of eyes turned toward him in the seemingly high-end office.
Judging by their expressions, though, his habit of arriving just under the wire was nothing new to his coworkers.
"You're ten seconds earlier than yesterday!"
Someone even called out with a teasing laugh.
Fu Qian didn't respond, because he knew the remark wasn't directed at him, but at the female coworker who had come in with him.
Clearly, compared to him, the young woman had drawn more attention.
She had already taken off her mask, revealing carefully applied makeup. At a glance, she was quite a beauty.
Faced with the teasing, she merely snorted through her nose and glanced at Fu Qian, intentionally or otherwise.
Her look seemed to say, If it weren't for this guy, I would've gotten here even earlier.
After looking away, she walked straight to a desk and sat down.
And from beginning to end, no one seemed to notice anything unusual about her.
Everyone in the room turned a blind eye to the bloody mark on her neck.
But in fact, she had still been adjusting the angle of her head right up until she came through the door.
What a harmonious workplace culture.
With that thought, Fu Qian kept moving and headed for another empty workstation.
The moment he entered, he had already taken in his surroundings.
The lighting was bright and warm. Neat, well-groomed office workers sat quietly at their desks, each busy with their own tasks, while the aroma of coffee drifted through the air.
Judging by their hair and facial features, people of all races were represented.
From every angle, it looked like a thoroughly impressive