"Zhiyun!" Yang Ming shouted Lin Zhiyun's name. "Where are you?"
Lin Zhiyun had just cooked instant noodles for dinner. Today, she downloaded a lot of cases about the company's business, and she was going to study them. If it got too late, she planned to stay over at the company.
When she was going to eat her noodles, she heard Yang Ming's voice. At first, Lin Zhiyun thought she heard wrong. After all, Yang Ming was unlikely to come to the company at this time. Moreover, Yang Ming had never been in such a panic before.
However, when Yang Ming pushed the glass door and rushed in, Lin Zhiyun raised her head in surprise. "Yang Ming? Why are you here?"
"Zhiyun! Come with me!" Yang Ming stepped forward and grabbed Lin Zhiyun's hand, then he ran out with her.
"Yang Ming, what the hell is going on? I just cooked instant noodles. It's not good to eat it later." Lin Zhiyun was inexplicable from Yang Ming's action.
