"You're just a little reporter, and you're busier than me?"
Qiao Xia said, "When you're low on the totem pole, your words carry little weight, but your workload is heavy. That's us, the bottom-rung employees. You can't understand my pain. I even have to resort to a nutrition bar for lunch. Do you know how miserable that is?"
"Off work on time, every day."
"I've been having to work overtime lately."
"You're the president's wife, you've got privileges!" Mu Liang threw back a line Qiao Xia had once used, without changing a word.
Qiao Xia, "..."
That was slick, unarguably a sharp retort.
"Why is it that you, a great CEO, are more leisurely than me?" Qiao Xia was really puzzled. According to Mu Liang, he was very busy. He even held positions in foreign companies, and sometimes when she brought over two cups of sweet soup, all three of Mu Liang's computers would be on, with him bustling around non-stop.
