Feng Mian really felt refreshed after having enough sleep for two days straight. Working in Zhang Liang's company already gave her a lot of sleepless nights because of work. Thankfully, she had already finished her part, or she wouldn't be able to be so free right now.
"You're surprisingly sensitive to alarm." Zhang Liang sat up. He eyed Feng Mian. "That it's weird for you to be known for your lateness."
"…How did you even know that?"
Right now, Feng Mian really wishes to face palm. If even the president knew about her miraculous record of being late from time to time, just how bad was it? Feng Mian wanted to cry.
"An employee complained to the director about an intern that's often late," Zhang Liang replied. "I was present at that time. There was a brief discussion whether to fire you or not but everyone decided not to because your work is pretty good."
