In the corner of the cafeteria, Zeng Liang's gaze was fixed on his phone, sighing heavily from time to time.
"Less than eight hours left. Over the past few days, I've mobilized practically everyone I could, but we're still short by a bit."
Across from him, Xu Jian put down his chopsticks and said helplessly, "Then all we can do is do our best and leave the rest to fate."
He glanced around before asking, "Where's Mr. Jiang?"
"He has an equestrian class this afternoon. Probably holed up somewhere taking a nap again."
Xu Jian glanced at the anxious expression on Zeng Liang's face and thought to himself: this is what they mean by the eunuch fretting more than the emperor, isn't it?
At that moment, Zeng Liang's eyes suddenly lit up. "Someone took the job!"
He quickly covered his mouth after speaking, nervously scanning his surroundings. Once he was sure no one had noticed, he eagerly shared the good news with Xu Jian.
