he’s no idea his company is even desired, therefore, he sits at his own desk, waterpipe occasionally pressed between his lips as he reads through the day’s paperwork.
happy birthday, binan.
Said jug rests untouched on his desk. Jiang Yechen is no more than a coward, the sage won’t do so much as to spare it a second glance unless he shows up.
That is, if he can even handle the smell of alcohol to begin with.