The venue design department heavily sympathized with the fashion design department when they heard that the latter had to work overtime.
It was soon time to get off work. Zhuang Nainai's body felt limp as she had not eaten for the entire day. She also felt dizzy and sleepy. She stood up lifelessly and was about to follow Su Mei and the others out of the office when she heard a sly, ghastly voice saying, "Who said you could leave?"
Everyone was taken aback and turned to see Zhang Chaowen standing outside his office, his face deathly pale. His eyes were fixed on Zhuang Nainai. He said in a foreboding and gloomy tone, "Didn't you hear that we have to work overtime?"
Su Mei furrowed her brows. "But that was the fashion design department, we…"
