Hearing that the driver and crew for the evening shift at the transportation team weren't due back at work yet, Xu Changqing slipped into Shen Mingquan's office a step ahead of Shen Weimin.
Seeing that it was indeed empty, Xu Changqing didn't stand on ceremony. She'd been here many times before. She pulled a handkerchief from her pants pocket to wipe her face while looking for an enamel cup.
Shen Weimin shook his head at the sight. He set down the bag and satchel he was carrying and handed her the towel draped over his shoulder. "How can a little scrap of cloth like that get you clean?"
'The problem is, your towel is soaked in sweat, isn't it?' Xu Changqing took it with utter disdain. Forgetting about checking a mirror to see if her face was clean or finding a cup, she just took the towel and headed back out.
