The night was deep, and only two offices at DI Headquarters were lit up: one from the design department, and the other was the CEO's office.
Chi Xiaoyu finally finished the last drawing, stood up, and poured herself a hot cup of water, gulping it down earnestly.
Working nonstop all day without food or drink, she had finally completed everything.
Packing up to leave work, she walked out the door and discovered it was already midnight.
All the colleagues in the company had gone home, with the marble reflecting a cold light.
At the reception, there was only one security guard on duty.
Just then, the CEO's private elevator opened, and Gong Beiming's aloof figure stepped out.
He was on the phone, his voice deep and carrying a tone of anger.
The security guard hurried out from the reception and bent over to greet Gong Beiming, "Good evening, President Gong!"
He seemed to overlook the security guard, his icy gaze directly cast upon her face.
