On this day, Song Lan finally remembered the three members of his department.
To celebrate his return, the trio decided to treat Song Lan to a fine dining experience at an upscale restaurant that had recently opened in the square district that evening.
Speaking of gourmet food, the "radar" on Zhuang Chi's head became active once again. She was filled with emotion, recalling that it was the prospect of freeloading meals and drinks that had originally drawn her to work in the publicity department.
But what was the outcome?
The outcome was that their department head rarely showed up for work, not to mention bringing them any snacks.
"The accursed Chai Ke and his persistent minions!"
Zhuang Chi raised her glass high, filled with a high-end alcohol rumored to be air-freighted from The Fourth Region, its price over ten times higher than what they'd typically pay at a bar after work.
"Chief, to you!"
Song Lan also raised his glass, suddenly feeling a twinge of guilt.
