Sang Shixi brought me to his office. His office was large enough to have an inner office, with a very comfortable looking sofa bed inside, complete with a minifridge and a restroom. It has everything I needed to stay for a couple of days, and more.
Mr. Dong prepared a lot of junk food on the table in Sang Shixi’s office. He attended to me for a short while in the past, and he knew my tastes well. Everything he prepared were all things that I liked.
I sank down into the sofa and put my leg up rudely, and eyed him rudely, “What do you think this is, some tea party?”
He simply smiled and kept his humble demeanor, and excused himself out of Sang Shixi’s office.
Sang Shixi stood by the door. He wore a rimless pair of glasses.
With or without glasses, I could never seem to be able to understand just what was going through his mind.