Ying Jing slept in Wen Fucheng's lounge until it was dark.
Opened her eyes to complete darkness.
The person curled up in bed lifted her sore, limp arms, sighed deeply, and was about to get up when she moved to her side and immediately lay flat, her body aching too much to move.
It's like a wheel has rolled over her face!
Like being run over by a truck all over.
Phone.
Her phone was there.
Ying Jing groped around until she finally found her phone on the bedside table.
The furthest distance in the world is not between heaven and earth, but your phone being within reach, yet you can't grab it.
"Second Uncle."
Ying Jing softly called out.
Outside the office, the lights were ablaze.
A few people from the planning department still stood in the center of the room, accepting the boss's inspection.
Quietly.
Even a pin drop could be heard clearly.
When the charming female voice rang out, several people turned their heads to look at the tightly closed lounge door.
My goodness!
