The Assistant's reaction was too aggrieved.
Ye Shaohua was momentarily at a loss for words.
She looked at the message Amos had sent, couldn't help but pull the collar of her knit sweater and slightly lowered her chin, "Even writing a novel has to be arranged by you..."
The Assistant stood by Ye Shaohua's side. Ye Shaohua's voice was too quiet, and she herself was in a hurry.
She didn't quite catch what Ye Shaohua was saying, barely heard the word "novel," "Sister Ye, what are you talking about?"
"Nothing," Ye Shaohua, concerned about the situation on Amos's side, was inevitably a bit absent-minded, "Where did Sister Jiang go?"
"She went to meet with the joint venture party this morning and probably won't be back until the afternoon," Sister Jiang has always been a key figure for them; the moment Sister Jiang left, the Assistant inevitably panicked, "I just tried calling Sister Jiang and I couldn't get through. What should we do about this?"
The Assistant was terribly anxious.
