In the office building at one o'clock in the morning, only a few pale lamps were still humming dutifully.
Su Xiaoning felt a stiff and sore feeling on the back of her neck.
She stretched out her hand and kneaded it mechanically. What her fingertips touched was the cold skin and the fatigue signals coming from the deep muscles.
The light from the computer screen reflected on her face, which looked bloodless.
Another PPT has been changed to the Nth version.
Customer requirements are like stars in the sky, which can never be plucked.
The boss's WeChat avatar is lying quietly in the lower right corner, but it's like a time bomb.
