She ran all the way to Ming Zhiyan's office. Because Jian Qingqing often came to look for Ming Zhiyan, the guards standing guard outside the door were already very used to it. They did not inform her and did not stop her. They just let her in.
Jian Qingqing panted heavily and sat on the stool. Her arms trembled as she poured herself a cup of tea and gulped it down.
Because she ran too fast and too fast, her legs were still trembling. Her entire body was burning hot and her heart was beating violently. It was as if she had returned to the days when she was dominated by 800 meters.
Ming Zhiyan looked at her in surprise and poured her another cup of tea. She asked in a low voice, "What happened? What happened?"
Jian Qingqing panted heavily and gulped down the entire pot of tea. Only then did she feel refreshed.
She glared at Ming Zhiyan and asked in an unpleasant tone, "What's going on? Why are people saying that I'm the one who invented fine salt?"
