"What's wrong, what's wrong?"
Because of Gu Jingchen's arrangements, all of Yu Tingting and Zhou Xingyan's work had been assigned to the archives room. The archives room was the department in the entire Gu Group with the highest salary yet the least workload. The work was so minimal that every day, Yu Tingting and Zhou Xingyan found themselves a bit restless, constantly sighing and groaning in the archives room. They couldn't help but envy the vibrant world outside. Living a life so idle and devoid of competition at such a dynamic age felt almost like living on the brink of old age. Frankly, it was a bit pitiful.
So when the petite lady's WeChat message arrived, the two of them suddenly perked up as if injected with adrenaline, their eyes wide with excitement. After replying, they stared unblinkingly at their phone screens while sitting in their chairs. Their dainty chins rested in unison on their desks, their bright eyes sparkling, eagerly waiting for the petite lady's response.
