บท 470: Our City Does Not Face The Sea

Zhang Heng could easily break into Han Lu's office to see if she was there or not. Nonetheless, he gave up on the thought. The girl at the front desk seemed to be telling the truth. Han Lu emphasized efficiency, and if she were to be here, the two employees wouldn't have had the chance to be so relaxed, drinking coffee while admiring the clouds.

Zhang Heng wasn't sure what the ramifications in the dream world would be if he disrupted these memories. In such unknown territory, it was best to remain cautious. So, resorting to the safest way, he returned to the front desk. "Are there any places that she usually goes to?"

When asked, the receptionist found herself in a tough spot. As a professional receptionist, she knew all too well that disclosing the boss' whereabouts to a stranger was a definite no-no.

"About that..." she stuttered, not knowing if it was right to divulge any information.