Rebecca pushed the door open.

It was Zachary standing outside.

He was wearing a white shirt, his tie slightly loosened in a disheveled manner. The moment he saw Rebecca, his brows furrowed tightly, as if he had a lot to say.

Rebecca lowered her head, then stepped aside, gesturing for him to come in.

There were too many people around, and they couldn't talk at the door.

But Zachary didn't seem inclined to step ...