Chapter 87.2
She gently pushed open the door.
A man in his early fifties, who had gray hair on his temples and a resolute face, wore a formal brown suit, sat quietly behind his desk. His fingers were lightly tapping on the dark desktop, his eyes were sharp rather than muddy.
“What’s the matter?” His inquiring tone was rather like an order.
Su Ling withstood the pressure and said: “I have important information to pass on. It comes from the ‘chess player’ in the coffee shop and will be delivered directly to you according to your order.”
“Uh-huh.”
The Director nodded his head without any unnecessary words.
Su Ling stepped forward and put the black file case on the desk and then retreated without saying a word.
Just this couple of action made her little tense.
In fact, the director was just sitting calmly behind the desk and didn’t even scrutinize Su Ling or enquiring any details. But Su Ling was so overwhelmed with this pressure it was like standing in front of a giant dragon, no, this influence was definitely stronger than a giant dragon.