Holding two cups of water, Ning Xiaofei returned to her seat only to find her good mood had already turned dull and heavy.
At that moment, Ji Mo walked out of the office and saw her, immediately speaking up.
"Xiaofei, where's your plan?"
Ning Xiaofei hurried to put down the cups and handed over the printed plan. After Ji Mo went back into the office, she sat down in her chair.
"Xiaofei, try this." A colleague sitting diagonally across from her smiled as she passed a box of pastries. "I made these myself!"
"Thank you." She expressed her thanks gratefully. The colleague looked around before leaning in and whispered, "Could you put in a good word for me with Director Ji, see if he can move me to the post-production team? I really can't write these plans."
"That…I don't think I have a say in this, do I?"
"Mu is our program team's god of wealth, and you have tremendous clout with both Director Ji and the producer. Isn't this just a simple word for you?"
