At one in the afternoon, London finally erupted into a torrential downpour, accompanied by flashes of lightning and rolling thunder.
Guo Zhengting was already frozen stiff, his entire body numb, with a thin layer of frost even collecting on his eyebrows. He lowered his head and glanced at the time—four hours had already passed.
Clenching his teeth, looking like a drenched rat, he rushed into Dihao's lobby.
"Excuse me, has Mr. Wen arrived yet?"
The person who greeted him was still the same receptionist. Upon seeing Guo Zhengting, she first stared at him with a look of astonishment, then slapped her forehead and said, "Oh, so you're President Guo! I'm so sorry, it's been hectic here, and I completely forgot about you. Mr. Wen actually arrived at 11 o'clock and is currently in the chairman's office."
Eleven o'clock! He had waited outside for two whole hours for nothing!
