C809 Making a Friend

Gu Qisheng was holding his phone, absentmindedly flipping it over in his hand, his gaze distant and unreadable. Last night, he had an urgent conference call that lasted until five in the morning. It was a last-minute decision, and he had an appointment at eight, so he didn’t bother going back to bed. Instead, he lay on the couch for a bit.

The five-foot-three couch couldn’t accommodate him fully