She could almost see it: one day in the future, she and Zhang Yan were sitting in a spacious, bright office.
And the chubby guy was bowing and scraping at the door, waiting to submit his cooperation proposal.
Of course, right now, that fantasy still felt a little out of reach.
"Bzz, bzz, bzz—" Her phone vibrated.
[Tang Song: "I've boarded the plane, about to take off."]
Zhang Yan bit her lip and quickly replied: "Mm, have a safe flight."
After sending the message, her mood instantly improved a lot.
Listening to Lulu's exaggerated, venting commentary in her ear, a faint smile slowly appeared on her face.
Back in the office area.
The whole company was like it had been wound up, entering a combat-readiness state.
Employees were either scrambling to tidy things up, or sitting ramrod straight, typing at their keyboards.
Even the big boss who hadn't shown his face for ages, Li Yufei, rushed back from outside in a hurry.
