Shen Jue kept watching Rong Qingqing, who was almost laughing her head off, and silently noted to himself that she really enjoyed listening to jokes.
The afternoon of the company retreat went by quickly.
In the evening, the award for the best barbecue finally went to the logistics department.
Rong Qingqing, who hadn't actually done much, was truly participating with enthusiasm, and she helped Xiao Huang carry back the prize-laden haul for the department, her face beaming like a flower.
After all the prizes were distributed, the stars in the night sky began to shine.
Far from the city, they finally saw a star-filled sky in this picturesque setting.
Rong Qingqing sat in a chair lazily swaying back and forth, holding a can of beer in one hand, leaning against Shen Jue, looking surprisingly relaxed.
"Drink a little less," Shen Jue said softly, noticing that Rong Qingqing had already finished one beer and was holding a skewer in one hand and a beer in the other.
