```
"An acquaintance?" Lin Wanzhou asked curiously.
"A broker, met once," said Xu Qingyan, slowly turning the steering wheel, and added, "He might have changed careers, probably makes videos now."
....
By the time Xu Qingyan returned to Cicada Studio, it was exactly five in the afternoon.
He carried a misty veil of rain on him as he headed upstairs and found Pei Muchan in the office, so he swiped his card and walked straight through the glass door.
Pei Muchan didn't look up at him, as if the office had only air in it.
She was slumped over the desk, her body rounded, propping up her head with her hand, clicking away at her mouse, lazily staring at her computer screen. Dressed as an office lady, she wore black stockings and high heels.
"Is your cold getting any better?" he asked.
"Mhm," she nodded, then ignored him and buried her head back into her computer.