The elevator goes straight to the top floor -1.
President Lu's office is spacious and cold, with the colorful view of Upper City visible through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
"Ma'am, you're here?"
Wang Cong stood up with a gourd on his back, quickly bowing to Li Hanyu, his previous arrogance at the hospital replaced by utmost humility and submission.
Like a good dog wagging its tail again in front of its master.
Li Hanyu's reaction, however, was entirely different from the hospital, where she feigned friendliness; here, she spoke coldly:
"Is the Second Prison so idle now? Allowing you to visit President Lu every day?"
Wang Cong rubbed his hands with an awkward smile:
"Ma'am, you misunderstand. I'm here for the 'Octagonal Cage' project, I need President Lu's support for some new ideas."
His eyes rolled slightly, then he cautiously added:
"By the way, has Prison Director Qian's condition improved recently?"
