In a home office in Supreme City, two people were working in quiet harmony. One was seated at a large hardwood desk with piles of files on it. The other was seated on the floor and was using the small coffee table as his work table.
The man on the floor looked at his companion with some grudges in his eyes, but he did not speak. He turned back to the two contracts before him, placed side by side on the table.
Wang Che sensed the glare from Shun, but he did not say anything. His lips stretched into a smile before he continued typing.
Shun looked at Wang Che, and his pinkish lips formed an unmanly pout.
'What an ungracious host! I am obviously the guest, and I am helping him. Why do I have to seat on the floor?' He thought to himself.
He looked at Wang Che's desk. It was just as untidy as the one in his office at Clarion Motor City. Shun wanted to tidy the files up so badly, but Wang Che always claimed there was a system to the madness.