6 pm, Spirit Clothing & Beauty Co. Ltd..
Ling Qingyu cracked her neck to release the stiffness behind her. She rolled her shoulders, listening to the inner snaps and friction.
After completing a set of small exercises to stretch her muscles, Ling Qingyu arranged everything on her desk in order and prepared to leave.
Taking a purse, she went out and found Zhao Xiurong also keeping her things.
"I'm about to leave. Are you going to leave work too, Sister Zhao," Ling Qingyu asked the obvious.
"Yes, President Ling," Zhao Xiurong spoke after she told the rest of her subordinates to wrap everything.
"The rest of you too?" Ling Qingyu was curious.
"Yes, President!"
Ling Qingyu nodded and didn't speak, standing beside the group, seemingly waiting.
Zhao Xiurong returned a genuine smile at Ling Qingyu's behavior. Soon, the rest of the staff said goodbye to Ling Qingyu and hurried away to leave.
