Jin Mo felt a suffocating tightness in her chest, and she could hardly breathe. Too many things were weighing down on her, and it was becoming difficult for her to bear.
She opened her laptop and looked at the design blueprints, but not a spark of inspiration came to her. Her mind was filled with thoughts of Tang Yan, wondering how he was doing in the hospital and whether he had drunk the chicken soup she had sent.
Most importantly, did he still have her in his heart?
Jin Mo stared at the desktop, spellbound, with no interest in work. She had no confidence in the evaluation for this month.
After everyone else had left for the night, Jin Mo stayed late at the office to work overtime, hoping to refine the design. If the client was completely satisfied, they could officially start the project, and then the subsequent work could carry on as usual.
