"You seem quite pale, Mr. Francis."
Looking at Francis before him, Fang Zheng remarked, then gestured briefly, and soon Ryoko Asakura came to serve him a cup of coffee. In fact, as Fang Zheng mentioned, Francis now looked very disheveled, pale-faced, sweating profusely, and even somewhat untidy, as if he were a lover caught and fleeing from an illicit affair.
"Have some coffee, perhaps it will make you feel better."
"Thank, thank you..."
Francis took a deep breath, then picked up the coffee and took a few sips, finally relaxing a bit. He glanced uneasily at Nymph and Ryoko Asakura beside Fang Zheng.
"Um, I have some personal matters..."
"No worries, Mr. Francis, they are my assistants and are well aware of these things."
"I see, that's good..."
