Song Qingchun was still completely unresponsive like she had submerged into another world and was unable to come out from it. Tang Nuan lowered her gaze and pursed her lips before adding, "You've been hard at work for a whole night already. You must be tired. Here, have something to eat."
Song Qingchun's eyes finally moved. After about ten seconds, her eyes gradually to move and fall on Tang Nuan's face. "You were also at the company yesterday night?"
"Yes." Tang Nuan couldn't remember the last time she'd had such a civil conversation with Song Qingchun already. She had a hard time getting used to this type of conversation that didn't involve yelling and snide comments, so she stuttered before explaining, "There's a big story happening next week, and the information still hasn't been collated. So I came to work on it."
