"How to resolve it?" Sun Hang showed a somewhat cheeky grin.
At the moment the elevator doors closed, Yang Lian, with a tense face, flipped Sun Hang off viciously from within the corridor.
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In the coordination office of the "Pesticide Plan," Sun Hang found Song Yarong grumbling at piles of paper documents.
"I'm exhausted, let's just destroy it," said Song Yarong as she stopped her work on seeing Sun Hang enter. She took off her prosthetic eye and threw it on the table, letting her body slump into the swivel chair.
"What's all this?"
"Progress reports from various departments. My task is to read all of them, sign, and coordinate based on each department's progress in eight hours, ensuring no piece is too long or too short in the barrel," Song Yarong said listlessly. "This was originally Yang Qi's work... sigh, I kind of regret convincing her to rest now."
