Compared to Brother Nan's smooth sailing, Zhou Qianqian was having a tough time—
She had been quite happy in the morning, even going out to play table tennis and dominating the game! But at noon, the dean suddenly demanded a report that was supposed to be submitted tomorrow. She rushed to finish it all afternoon, checked it several times, and finally handed it in just before quitting time!
Such reports were usually just a formality. As long as there were no typos or major logical flaws, it would be fine. It always had been.
But not this time. They said it had to be taken seriously.
Unacceptable.
Returned for revisions.
Poor Zhou Qianqian still had to coax her child to sleep. By the time she finished her work, it was already evening, and she hadn't even had a proper dinner.
Damn it...
Cursing, Zhou Qianqian picked up her phone, scrolled to Brother Nan's QQ, and sent a voice message: "Playing games, you in?"
"Wait for me to finish the laundry."
"Okay."
