Hearing a voice from inside, He Liping and Shen Weimin walked one after another into the West Wing Room. They quickly expressed their apologies for being unable to accompany He Jianmin today.
After handing over a spare set of keys to the courtyard house, the two of them rushed out of the West Wing Room to meet the childhood friends waiting in the yard and left together.
They had to hurry; it was already ten in the morning. If they left any later, some government offices would be closing for the midday break, and they'd have to wait until the afternoon to get anything done.
Besides, his childhood friends weren't just a bunch of idlers. They had either rushed over in the middle of the night from their advanced studies, or they were already working professionals.
It wasn't Sunday, after all. Some had hastily arranged for half a day off, while most just wanted to show their faces at work before the morning shift ended.
