On this early morning, Song Lan encountered a familiar figure while walking downstairs.
The roar of a hovering car came from above his head, and what met his eyes was the man who still maintained the demeanor of a workplace elite. The moment the man saw Song Lan through the car window, he skillfully concealed the disgust emanating from deep within.
"Good morning, Wi, Wi..."
"Wicks."
The man adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and spoke indifferently.
"Mr. Wicks, are you here for an inspection again? As you can see, I'm training for the upcoming battle."
Today's training involved walking around the neighborhood complex for three laps.
Lu Xiang had said that moderate exercise helps with physical health and can also somewhat alleviate his chronic back pain. During this month-long paid leave, she had devised a detailed exercise plan for Song Lan.
"No longer needed."
