"Ah!!! Rejecting to wake up early starts with me. I only went to bed at four o'clock last night, and then I was called for a meeting at seven in the morning. It's not easy to get a break; do you think it's easy for me?"
Wu Lan laid her upper body on the desk, speaking in a feeble voice, "Sleep at four, wake at seven, an urn is a rectangular box, He Ao little brother, when you return, you must properly comfort your sister's injured soul, it's best to comfort both the body and soul."
"Ahem—"
A series of rapid coughs echoed in the virtual meeting room.
"Ahem, ahem, Minister Yang, what are you coughing for - cough," Wu Lan slowly lifted her head, looking at the screen, "I've never seen you guys squeeze us so... Director...?!"
She suddenly straightened up, like a bent steel plate snapping back into place, her ample chest heaving up and down, a faint blush flashing across her white cheeks. She looked at the screen and laughed awkwardly,
"Director, good morning."
"Good morning,"
