"Zhang Jie, are you looking for me?" As soon as Lin Zifeng entered the office, Zhang Mengjie was busy and overwhelmed. She was sorting through a large pile of documents in front of her.
It was clear that dealing with company affairs was keeping her quite busy.
"Young Master Lin, you're here. Please sit down." Zhang Mengjie smiled slightly, clearly burdened by the recent long nights of overtime, meetings, and handling documents. All the workload was accumulating on her shoulders.
Originally, Nangong Bing had offered to take on some of these complicated tasks, but Zhang Mengjie insisted on completing them herself.
Nangong Bing was also buried under work, as she not only had to deal with posthumous arrangements for the victims at Tianyu Group, but also had to prepare strategic plans for the division's incursion into Yanjing.
"Looking at you now, you must be very busy, right?" Lin Zifeng felt for her, but could offer no help. He had almost no understanding of the commercial world.
