Shen Cang's office was large with a desk in the center—the three-meter-wide surface was massive, and it was covered with many documents. To the south there was a balcony, overlooking a stretch of greenery.
"Sit," Shen Cang gestured towards the sofa.
Hua Jinyan sat down on the sofa and remained silent.
Shen Cang wanted to see how patient this young man was, so he buried his head in his own work.
This kid was too quiet, so quiet that it took Shen Cang over an hour to finish his work and remember that there was someone else there.
For a seven-year-old child to sit still for so long was indeed extraordinary.
Shen Cang capped his pen, stood up, walked over to the sofa and sat down next to him before he finally asked, "What brings you here?"
Hua Jinyan said expressionlessly, "Little Taotie and I have been targeted."
Shen Cang looked startled, "How did you find out?"
