"KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK—!"
Tao Jingwen raised her hand and knocked on the door. She knocked gently three times, with just the right amount of force and a 0.5-second interval between each rap, as if it were muscle memory.
"Come in!"
A deep voice called from inside.
Tao Jingwen pushed the door open and led Chen Yansen inside.
The office wasn't very large, and the furnishings were sparse: a desk, a bookshelf, two chairs, and a pot of asparagus fern by the window.
A man in his fifties, wearing a gray jacket, stood there. The slightly upturned collar revealed an exquisite lining, which was surprisingly made of fur.
'No wonder he's only wearing a seemingly thin shirt and jacket in the dead of winter,' Chen Yansen thought.
Others might not notice such a minute detail, but to Chen Yansen, Meng Yuanzhi's attire, micro-expressions, and even the trajectory of his finger movements were all under his observation.
