Qi Yun followed Secretary Wang back to that familiar office.
Contrary to the anticipated tense atmosphere, Old Hou was not sitting behind the desk but was rather leaning on the sofa in the reception area, holding a cup of tea, his expression calm.
"Director, President Qi is here," Secretary Wang whispered a reminder, then tactfully withdrew, gently closing the door.
Only Qi Yun and Old Hou remained in the office.
Old Hou pointed to the sofa opposite, "Have a seat."
Qi Yun nodded and sat down on the opposite sofa.
Old Hou didn't speak immediately. He took a slow sip of tea and, after a moment, put down the teacup and looked at Qi Yun, "Comrade Qi Yun, calling you so late, must have been tiring for you."
"Director Hou, you're being too polite," Qi Yun replied expressionlessly.
"I heard that Mr. Wei Zhe is flying out tomorrow afternoon?" Old Hou asked bluntly.
"Yes, President Wei is heading to Shanghai tomorrow."
