He Cheng walked out of the big business building, puffing on his cigarette with a face wrinkled and bad vibes. Until you grabbed his suit from behind, making him look at you.

"What do you need?" He asked not showing any interest as he continued smoking.

You squeezed his shirt with an annoyed face, because He Cheng had ignored you for a week, not replying to your messages or answering your phone.