So... a dramatic scene unfolded.
At Mo Jingchun's desk, the short Zero sat on the office chair, stamping away intently.
Next to Zero, Zhou Yaling stood with her hands on her hips, occasionally pointing and directing. To someone oblivious, it might seem like Zero wasn't doing his job right.
But actually, before this, Zero had finished Zhou Yaling's entire day's workload in just a few minutes, so now even if Zhou Yaling went back, there wouldn't be any work left for her.
This is what you call hoisting your own petard.
Zero regretted it.
Unfortunately, there's no medicine for regret in this world.
At first, Zhou Yaling looked at Zero constantly stamping and felt a sense of schadenfreude, but on second thought, this tedious task would fall to her tomorrow.
And not just tomorrow, but for the next few days as well.
Thinking of this, Zhou Yaling willingly helped Zero organize the documents to make it easier for him to stamp.
For a moment, Zero was puzzled.
