In a spacious conference room, several people sat around a long table.
At the head sat a woman of unremarkable appearance but outstanding presence.
Lin Wan'er glanced at the empty seat to her right. Before she could speak, a voice rose from her left. "Well, this is rare. The boss calls a meeting, and No. 3 actually misses it." The speaker was a man in a striped shirt, leaning back with a cowboy hat on the table before him. He looked utterly carefree.
"No. 3 isn't absent. I gave him a task yesterday, and he overextended his mental strength. He needs to rest." Lin Wan'er dispelled No. 2's confusion with a few words.
"Boss, should we wait for him?" No. 7 looked at Lin Wan'er for an answer.
"Let's wait. Someone's already gone to get him." Chen Ran spoke. His tone was unusually gentle as he answered No. 7, and he looked toward the door.
A short while later, there were two polite knocks on the conference room door. Then it opened, and two people walked in, one after the other. "Sorry to keep you waiting, sorry to keep you waiting." No. 8 followed No. 3. She wore a little black dress today, giving her a cute, gothic look.
No. 3, however, looked unwell. His whole demeanor seemed subdued.
"Boss, sorry. I rested a little longer." At his seat, No. 3 didn't sit down right away. He first acknowledged Lin Wan'er, his deep blue eyes lowered.
"How are you feeling?" Lin Wan'er asked.
"Much better."
As soon as No. 3 sat down, No. 8, who had followed him in, started complaining. "What's going on? Why don't I have a seat?" There were only a few chairs around the table, and every one of them was occupied.
Wanyan Ning, who had