In the busy financial CBD center, at 8:30 every weekday morning, the urban white-collar workers who used to walk slowly forward immediately rush forward as if they were wound up, rushing to the glass-walled skyscrapers.
At nine o'clock, Ethan Fu arrived downstairs of the building.
He is not in a hurry.
As Grace said, there are only five members in UAAG, so it doesn't matter if they are late or not. And according to the normal working hours, Mr. Zhuo should have just got up.
Ethan Fu strolled leisurely in the courtyard. In the background of a group of sweaty white-collar workers, he looked like a rich second-generation who didn't know the sufferings of the world. Obviously, he also suffered a lot of jealous eyes because of this. He walked to the coffee cart downstairs of the building and ordered a cup of coffee: "A cup of mocha, thank you."
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