After Hua Rong left, Ye Qingran turned her chair and stared at the red and green stock charts on the computer screen in front of her.
She stretched out her hand and looked over the data that Hua Rong had sent in.
As she read, she would occasionally stare at the stock charts.
It had been a long time since she had lived such a life. It was familiar yet strange, and there was a little feeling of laziness.
She quickly finished reading the analysis materials and laid them on the table, bored. She stared at the photo of Ye Hanzhi and his biological mother on the table.
The few children of the Ye family seemed to be like their mothers. No one was like Ye Jun.
There was a knock on the door. It was Hua Rong. She pushed the door open and entered with the new materials.
When she saw Ye Qingran lying on the table lazily, a hint of disappointment flashed across Hua Rong's eyes.
Then, she comforted herself and thought, this is good too.
