Almost unconsciously, her mind drifted to its owner, lazily leaning back and reading a newspaper. It gave Song Qinghuan a start.
She shook her head in an attempt to dismiss her irrational thoughts, only to startle herself again.
The phone started vibrating again as a "buzz buzz buzz" sound filled the air.
"Who could it be now?" Song Qinghuan muttered to herself in annoyance as her eyebrows creased, but she still reached for her phone.
The call was from Zhao Jingnan. Didn't she just call him to confirm he had received the email? What else could he possibly want now?
Since it was her immediate superior's call, Song Qinghuan had no choice but to answer.
Before she could utter a word, Zhao Jingnan's voice came from the other end, "Are you still at the office?"
"Still here," she replied honestly.
Zhao Jingnan hummed in response, then continued, "I left a signed document on my office desk. Take it and deliver it to the office on the top floor."
