Fu Chenxuan's company, after a month of bustling activity, finally started to find its rhythm, and he, too, at last had a chance to breathe a sigh of relief.
"Brother Chenxuan, where shall we eat tonight?" Guoguo stood up from her desk, stretching languidly. Her work skills were becoming increasingly polished; although she wasn't exactly slicing through butter yet, she was at least no longer struggling as she had at the beginning.
Since the company was in its initial stages, everyone had been busy—working overtime even on weekends—and dinners were mostly taken care of by take-out. Now that they could finally relax a bit, naturally they wanted to treat themselves to a good meal.
Fu Chenxuan looked up from his computer screen, "Is it time to leave already?"
Guoguo glared, "It's been half an hour past closing time."
Fu Chenxuan raised his hand to rub his forehead; he had encountered a problem today and was engrossed in trying to solve it, completely forgetting the passage of time.
