In Lin's Group's office in Binhai City, Lin Yingying sat at her desk, her eyes blankly staring at the documents that needed her approval and signature, looking completely distraught.
When Su Qi came over, she shook her head with a smile and knocked on the desk, saying, "Hey, Miss Lin, it's been all morning, and these papers still aren't sorted out?"
Lin Yingying came back to her senses and immediately apologized.
She took a sip of tea and asked Su Qi, "It's been tough on you these days when I was away."
Su Qi chuckled, "Tough? After the New Year, there's not much to deal with. Actually, even if you weren't here, I could have managed on my own."
"Really?"
Lin Yingying rubbed her head, her mind really wasn't on her work.
Su Qi said, "Women really are strange creatures. Our President Lin used to be famously independent. Look at you now, your heart's all tied up with a man."
