Song Yue, staring at the resume, was dumbstruck for a good few minutes, his eyes widening behind his gold-rimmed glasses.
Basing his judgment on the size of the snowball that Ning Xuan had hurled at Song Zhan earlier.
She must be physically strong.
Thinking this, Song Yue pulled out Ning Xuan's resume and shoved it in front of the HR manager, "Get in touch with her first, let her try for a few days."
"Okay."
The manager left the office with Ning Xuan's resume, leaving the hard-working Song Yue to deal with his work.
...
Meanwhile.
In her quest to find a winter job, Ning Xuan had optimistically sent her resume to any job posting requiring physical strength, applying to more than a dozen companies in one go.
Having sent her resume the previous morning, she got a phone call by noon the next day.
Ning Xuan sat up in surprise on her bed when she got the call.
"Yes, yes, it's me."
"Okay, okay."
"Three in the afternoon, right? Okay."
"Okay."
"Thank you."
