December 24th, the countdown to the Spring Festival.
Jiang Muwan's busy work is gradually coming to an end.
Unlike usual, she lay down on the sofa at one o'clock in the morning on this day.
Rare! Truly rare!
After several days of non-stop work, suddenly stopping, the person lying on the sofa stared at the ceiling in a daze.
It feels unreal.
Like a dream, like an illusion.
So insubstantial.
One o'clock in the morning.
Yu Se has already gone to sleep.
And at this moment, she doesn't have the energy to rush home.
Banxia might have already fallen asleep in the company's reception room.
A knock on the door sounded, and Jiang Muwan said "Come in."
The secretary pushed the door open hesitantly and asked, "Mr. Song, we've ordered takeout, would you like to join us?"
"I don't really want to eat, you guys go ahead!"
"Shall I bring you a bowl of porridge?" the secretary asked again.
With goodwill placed there, Jiang Muwan was unable to refuse, standing up.
