When Xue Yue got back, the logistics staff had already brought over a desk and chair and set them up. She grabbed a rag and wiped the dust off them.
Zhao Li shot her a sidelong glance, her lips curling into a slight sneer as she let out a soft hmph.
Xue Yue barely stood up all morning. Just before lunch, she finished her work and took it in to Feng Yujie.
Feng Yujie picked it up, glanced through it, and nodded. "This is good." Feng Yujie had always appreciated Xue Yue's competence.
At lunch, Xue Yue was eating by herself in a corner when Meng Ye came over with her tray and sat down across from her.
Meng Ye asked, "Where have you been? I haven't seen you in days."
Xue Yue smiled at her. "Don't even ask. I had minor surgery and was recovering for a few days."
Meng Ye looked at Xue Yue, shocked. "Surgery? Are you alright?"
Xue Yue shrugged. "Do I look like something's wrong?"
