After a day of rest, Murong Qiao's self-awareness as the boss made her appear in her company to work as usual.
"In the past few days when you were not around, our company has been approached for two major collaborations. This is my related report that I've compiled for you to take a look."
"In addition, the artistes' recent courses have also focused on upgrading. I also have a form for you."
"And this is from Tian Company…"
Although she was mentally prepared to come to the company to deal with work, when she really heard Jiang Chi's endless report, Murong Qiao felt the familiar headache return.
She looked at the pile of documents that was almost half-filled at her nearly 1.8-meter-tall desk, then at the serious Jiang Chi. She couldn't help but rub her temples, feeling a headache over the time she was about to pass away.
"…All of these?"
"Right."
"Actually, if it's not especially urgent—"
