The next morning.
Song Qingyou came to the company early.
There weren't many people in the office at the moment, and some people were still sleeping on their desks.
Song Qingyou came in and saw Zhuang Wei sitting at her desk.
Zhuang Wei's makeup was thicker today, and her skirt was visibly shorter.
Song Qingyou walked behind her. "What are you doing with my computer?"
Zhuang Wei was shocked. She gasped and clutched her chest. "What are you doing? You almost scared me to death, do you know that?"
Song Qingyou didn't say anything and just stared at her.
Zhuang Wei frowned. "Why are you looking at me?"
"Let me ask you." Song Qingyou placed one hand on the table, looking very oppressive. "What are you doing with my computer?"
"What? Is this your computer?"
Zhuang Wei stood up. "I didn't even notice!"
