Nie's top-level president's office.

Nie Mingyu anxiously threw the document in his hand on the table, frowned, and pulled his fine black hair on his forehead.

Damn it! Since the woman met that day, he has been searching for nothing.

a month later, Nie Mingyu began to wonder whether the scene of that day was imagined by him.

he reached into his coat pocket and took out his cigarette box. He wanted to smoke one to relieve his restlessness, but when he took it out, he found that it was already empty.

it's also true that he's a heavy smoker these days. He needs two or three packs a day....