"Alright." After confirming there was nothing else, Xie Changning hung up.
She slept in her office.
Her office had a sofa long enough for one person—it was actually a wooden bench, but Xie Changning had found it too hard and had two older women make a cotton cushion for it, turning it into a makeshift wooden sofa. She took a spare blanket out of the cabinet and covered herself with it.
Xie Changning lay down on the sofa and fell straight asleep.
While Xie Changning slept soundly, a few people back in Chuncheng got no sleep at all.
Director Zhao, dark circles under his eyes, couldn't help but complain, "Sigh, if I wasn't used to this intensity, I'd probably be like Changning—getting old and needing less sleep."
A short nap is enough to feel a bit more refreshed.
Xie Changyi nodded. "I still have some work to finish up. What about you two?"
"We'll join you."
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