He packed his luggage, put his clothes and personal items in order, then sat on the bed and began to meditate.
Primordial Qi moved through him once. Before he could start the second round, his ears suddenly twitched as he heard hurried footsteps outside the courtyard.
Soon, his door was being frantically knocked on, and the anxious voice of Boss He came from outside: "Mr. Chen! Mr. Chen!!"
Chen Yan jumped off the bed and went to open the door, seeing Boss He standing there in his pajamas, his face full of urgency, tension, and excitement, staring straight at him. Behind him, Mrs. He and Sun Chen were also there, Mrs. He holding a coat, trying to drape it over Boss He.
"No need!" Boss He shrugged off his wife's hand.
"It's chilly at night..." Mrs. He muttered softly, but she was gentle by nature, so she didn't go against her husband's wishes and stood aside without saying more.
"President He," Chen Yan smiled warmly, "it's the middle of the night, what brings you here?"
