Leadership's encouragement and empty promises might not alleviate the exhaustion of working overtime in the Exotic Realm, but paid leave certainly would.
Two unlucky Special Service Bureau Officers walked out of the office with a smile, leaving Song Cheng sitting behind the desk, exhaling deeply, and continuing to frown at the computer screen.
Right at that moment, he noticed an icon at the corner of the screen suddenly start flashing, and the next second, a video window abruptly appeared.
A young woman in a white dress suit with her gray-white hair tied into a ponytail appeared on the screen, her pale gray pupils seemingly colorless, looking into Song Cheng's eyes through the screen: "Are you done?"
A higher-up leader had arrived.
"Director," Song Cheng straightened up instantly, his expression tense, "Have you not gotten off work yet?"
