In the office of the cultural association, Miao Xiaoying was sitting there, lost in thought.
She thought she had the ability to write and that she could excel at the cultural association in the city, but after arriving, she realized it wasn't what she expected. There were still open and hidden struggles, and many things left her with no mind to write novels.
At the same time, she was recalling her times with Ji Yang.
She didn't know what had happened to him. It had been a long time since they'd been in contact.
Since working in the city for a while, Miao Xiaoying had become much more mature. All those unrealistic ideas she had before had disappeared. Merging with the officials every day, Miao Xiaoying had also become adept at the administrative work.
Just then, a voice came, and it was the chairman of the cultural association himself, running over to inform her that a leader from the City Committee wanted her to go over immediately.
