As evening approached, the sunset reflected off the glass panes of the VG Building, making it seem less distant and unattainable.
Inside the VG office building, everyone from top to bottom was busy. The quietness made it seem like no one was really speaking, each person dutifully performing their tasks at their workstations, creating an extraordinarily peaceful and harmonious picture.
Compared to Song Zhan, who was busily engaged in editing Weibo (microblogs) and contacting people, Yu Ting had much more free time and was thoroughly competent in delegating tasks.
Her anger had subsided now, and money had been spent. Other than a corner of her office desk where a folder had been casually placed, the rest of the desk was now littered with food. She was sitting in her boss's chair, contentedly flipping through a folder.
Being a boss was pretty great.
Ding Ling Ling.
Incoming call: Lu Nanchen.
