Soul Ghost

"Bang!" The door of the office was smashed open. Chang He was gasping for breath. Under the incandescent light, his face was as white as snow and his eyes had collapsed. There was still dust on his face, and he must have been in a very sorry state to have fallen over. I knocked on the corner of the table and jokingly said, "Comrade Li Changhe, although our duties are more urgent, you don't have to run all the way here. It can't be that someone is chasing you, right?"