As long as they were not married, they were strangers.
Jiang Ruolan did not say anything. She looked at Xiong Ruogang's shimmering face and suddenly put the manuscript in her hand. "When you go back, organize these. You must report the details in half an hour."
"Oh ..." Xiong Ruogang raised her hand and scratched her head as she accepted her fate and read the newspaper clippings in her hand carefully.
At 3 p.m., while the two of them were busy writing a report on the incident, the phone on Jiang Ruolan's desk rang. She, on the other hand, was too busy to answer the call. Xiong Ruogang happened to pass by with a number of items in her hand, and when she saw Jiang Ruolan was busy and could not receive the call, she took the call for her. "Hello! Is this a Qin Magazine Company?"
When Xiong Ruogang heard a voice on the other end of the phone, she was momentarily stunned. Her mouth trembled as she looked towards Jiang Ruolan. "Sister Jiang, I think someone is looking for you."