He raised his eyes and looked at the time on the clock on the wall, "It's so late, why don't you go rest?"

Yan Tianxing also looked at the clock.

The second hand moves to the direction of 1 o'clock. For an instant, the hour hand, minute hand and second hand point to the same position.

This day passed like this.

Yan Tianxing looked calm. After saving and closing the document, he shut down the computer and stood up from the chair.

Yan Tianxing said: "Go back now."

Bu Yirong nodded and said, "Okay, let's go together then."

The two walked out of the office together.

The incandescent lights were turned off, the door was closed, and the only sound in the quiet office was the sound of wind blowing paper.

Finally, the computer shut down and the last light in the office disappeared, leaving only darkness in the room.

The evening wind suddenly became stronger, and a stack of papers placed on the right side of the desk was blown over and rolled to the ground with the wind, scattering everywhere.

An envelope is placed where the paper was previously pressed.

There was a thick pile of things inside, and no matter how strong the wind was, they would not move at all.

However, it was clearly written on the envelope——
Chapter completed!