Zhao Qiming glanced at his watch several times, his thick eyebrows slightly furrowed.
Given that kid's ruthlessness and efficiency shown deep in the pit, he shouldn't be dawdling like this.
Could it be that his injuries have flared up again?
Zhao Qiming was just about to step forward, intending to knock on the door himself to see what was going on.
"Buzz..."
The phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated.
Zhao Qiming paused, took out his phone.
The screen displayed a new text message, sender: Fang Qingyu.
He opened it.
The content was as brief as ever:
"Director Zhao, I appreciate your kindness, but I'm not accustomed to this kind of occasion, so I'm heading off first. I'll catch up another time..."
It even came with a somewhat awkward smiley face trying to convey a casual vibe.
Zhao Qiming stared at the text message, dumbfounded for a full two seconds.
