"Asshole!"
Zhu Xiaoyue cursed.
Inside the blue-tinted skyscraper, an elevator stopped on the first floor, and Zhuo Yi, dressed in professional attire, walked out.
During Lan Cai's trip to Jindu, Zhuo Yi had been extremely busy, handling almost everything herself. Because there were so many things to deal with, she had to work overtime until late at night every single day. Then, after resting for six or seven hours, she would arrive at the company early in the morning to continue working.
She didn't even have any time for herself anymore.
The only day she took a half-day off for herself was when Zhang Meng returned home. At all other times, she was practically a work machine. And it was the kind that was always charged, never stopping.
"Secretary Zhuo, you're just getting off work?"
The on-duty security guard greeted her.
Zhuo Yi gave him a smile but didn't speak; she truly had no energy left for conversation.
