Zhuo Yuqing just saw the wedding invitation samples sent by the wedding company today. It was in the small fresh pastoral style that she liked very much, and the specific date had already been set.
After looking at the samples, Zhuo Yuqing put them into the drawer, preparing to call the wedding planner. Just as she picked up her phone, she heard a sneering voice behind her: "How have you been these days?"
Zhuo Yuqing turned around, and there was Tong Bi's annoying face in front of her. She frowned slightly, "This is the editorial department, what are you doing here? The desk you used to sit at has long been replaced."
Clenching her teeth in anger, Tong Bi glared at her. If it weren't for her, she wouldn't have been transferred to the printing department, where she had to deal with ink every day, dirty and messy, and had to work overtime so often that it nearly made her vomit blood.
