In a high-rise residence within Xinhu Smart City, Acheng hung his phone around his neck, his eyes gazing at the dark clouds on the horizon, silently counting the tiny raindrops on the window.
"Acheng, you've been standing there for two hours already, shall we go find Director Jiang now? The company hasn't responded yet, and although they invested in the drama, since you were the one who dropped out, it might not reflect well on you." The agent spoke cautiously, "Let's invite Director Jiang for a meal and have a good talk, everything should be fine once we clear the air."
"It's only been 46 hours, I really don't understand what you're worrying about," Acheng scolded, and then he instinctively reached into his pocket, "Huh? Where's my phone? Search quickly! I bet Jiang Yi has already called me, but it's possible we didn't hear!"
Seeing Acheng's flustered demeanor, the agent didn't have the heart to remind him.