After Ye Yu finished reading Ning Yuan's manuscript, he tapped his slender fingers on the table. "No."
Ning Yuan frowned. "Do you want to edit it?"
"Mm."
Ning Yuan could only revise it.
Song Feng sent her a message asking if she had left.
Ning Yuan replied to Song Feng's message, telling him that she could not go tonight because she had not settled her work matters.
After replying, a deep and cold voice sounded in the quiet office. "I'm half-hearted in my work and what I write is naturally not satisfactory!"
Ning Yuan glanced at the man with a cold expression.
She gritted her teeth and told herself to endure it!
Lowering her eyes, she focused on editing.
When he was satisfied, another hour had passed.
It was already eight in the evening.
Ning Yuan had not eaten at night and was a little hungry.
