The next morning, Wei Shuojie sent her a list of pointers on WeChat. Ni Bingyan was still silently memorizing them over breakfast.
By tacit agreement, neither of them brought up what happened last night.
The person who came to pick them up today was from *January Talk*. It was a young woman with a delicate, oval face, monolids, and a mole by the corner of her eye. Compared to the smooth and capable Xiao Wang, she was clearly much more green.
Sure enough, when they asked, she was a recent graduate from the Communication University who had just finished her probationary period.
Without the enthusiastic Xiao Wang's passionate recommendations today, Ni Bingyan just grabbed a sandwich and a glass of milk. She stared at her phone all the way to the *January Talk* editorial office, only putting it away when they arrived.
