In the following days, Jiang Jiu was exceptionally busy. After all, the business trip had left her with a pile of work, and she had to organize the report as well. For a time, Jiang Jiu was so busy she didn't know whether it was day or night.
Yang Sijie had completely given up on dressing up. She wrapped herself in a blanket, her hair a mess, and even the glasses on her face couldn't hide the dark circles under her eyes.
Jiang Jiu wasn't doing much better, her hair casually clipped up with a hair clamp, her face untouched by makeup, looking somewhat pale. She had been typing so much these past few days that the keyboard had become somewhat hot to the touch. Finally, the end of the month marked the end of such days.
This is the life of magazine workers. Whenever a new issue is about to hit the stands, the office becomes a frenzy without discrimination between man and beast.
