"Xiaolu, what are you doing?"
"Translating," Lu Wanwan replied while typing on the keyboard.
"This... isn't English, is it?"
"French documents." Lu Wanwan responded listlessly, finding the document so dull that she was almost falling asleep.
Linda dared not say anything else; the editor-in-chief had indeed done the right thing by not sending her up here, as she had no understanding of French whatsoever.
Who would have thought that being a handyman for the BOSS also required knowledge of French?
Gu Annan handed the document back to her, "Not bad."
Linda, delighted by the praise, tentatively asked, "Mr. Gu, I estimate we will be done in about an hour. Do you... have any plans tonight?"
"I do," he raised his eyebrows.
Lu Wanwan's hands, which had been typing, paused unconsciously.
"Really? Mr. Gu, then let's grab a drink after work," Linda burst into bloom.
