He finishes putting his things away even as the door opens and, of all fucking people, it's Lan Sizhui that lets himself into his office. Jiang Cheng locks up his messenger bag and slings the strap onto his shoulder.

"And what, exactly, is the issue that you just need to discuss with me right after office hours are over, young master Lan?" he asks. "Shouldn't you be out with your friends? It's a friday night."

Damn if Sizhui doesn't look like some kind of wrapped up cupcake. Or candy piece. No. He mentally shakes his head of the thoughts and looks like he's not going to let Sizhui sit down and do...whatever it is. If there is anything. If the young man tries to come after him about something, use last week as a sort of leverage for failing his friend, he's got another thing coming.