It was past seven in the evening, and the city lights were just starting to illuminate. The door to the general manager's office finally opened.
The receptionist had long since gone off duty, and the other employees of Xuanjin Yulong had also left. Only those who hadn't finished their work or had a lot of tasks remained, burning the midnight oil.
A few core members with messy hair walked out of the office. Their ties were all loose, and their shirt sleeves were rolled up haphazardly, evident of some intense discussions. However, despite their disheveled appearance, each wore an excited and joyful smile. It seemed the outcome of the discussions had left everyone very satisfied.
"Miss, are you not used to keeping up with our pace?" Zhang Yuksheng asked with a smile, seeing An Yiqing stretch and sit down on the sofa.
"Not too bad, it's much easier than fighting with others," An Yiqing joked.
