"But Mr. Nan, there are quite a few of you. You might need to wait for two elevators. It's peak time now."
Nan Zhubin nodded in gratitude.
Sure enough, two consecutive elevators were jam-packed, with people standing so close they were practically glued together, having to lift their laptop bags above their heads.
The group finally managed to get into an elevator, and when the doors opened on the 12th floor, they were engulfed by an even thicker atmosphere of tension.
The sound of keyboards clacking, business discussions, notification alerts from phones—these all rushed in at once.
The few team members selected from the company who were behind Nan Zhubin couldn't help but show twisted expressions. Even during the peak post-holiday consultation periods, they weren't as busy as the people in this office.
They really chose the right industry—or rather, the right boss.
Before the group had spent long in such an atmosphere, Shi Chuxin finally came bustling in, slightly late.
