"Hmm."
"..."
This was the first time Xiao Qing did something so cruel. Her hands trembled uncontrollably, yet she also felt excited, eager to know what it felt like to hold the power of life and death in her hands.
An hour passed, Xiao Qing rubbed her sore neck, and glanced at the dozens of selected names beside her, feeling somewhat guilty.
Back in the day, when she had nothing—no parents, no connections, no car, no house—she might have been just like these people, chosen and rechosen several times before she could keep her job.
"What are you thinking about?" Lu Jinyang saw Xiao Qing staring blankly at the stack of papers she had picked out and asked out of curiosity.
She shook her head, "Nothing." Then she continued to look down and flip through.
Sometime later, she picked up a resume and after much consideration, she decided to keep it.
Ning Mo didn't seem like someone from this field; how did she end up working in New City?
