Hong Bo looked at her cell phone screen and there, inside the company, she didn't need to limit herself. She could see it as many times as she wanted and as many times as necessary. It doesn't matter.
Want to send messages? Send.
What's stopping you?!
Marie won't object either.
In fact, Marie hardly seems to object to anything.
Marie wasn't the type of person who would control Hong Bo either. Quite the opposite, if you do the work you have to do, there's no problem in doing other things in the few free moments during the day...
Only Marie could know how difficult it was to live the life she had with the hormonal crisis caused by work stress.
Days without eating or sleeping.
She was working more dead than alive. Just surviving.
Her glands couldn't produce the slightest pheromone, it was a difficult time.
