The morning light shines on Qiao Yue's desk through the glass curtain wall of the office building. She bites the bun and clicks her fingers on the keyboard to type the plan. His short, shoulder-length hair was a little messy, but his eyes were bright. From time to time, he glanced at the closed office of the next department - that was Shen Mo's territory.
"Qiao Yue!" The supervisor's roar suddenly sounded behind her. Her hands shook in fright and the bun fell on the keyboard. The supervisor held up a document, his face uglier than pig liver, "This is the plan you submitted? The client wants a high-end atmosphere, and you give me a cartoon style? Do you think you are advertising children's toys?"
Qiao Yue stood up in a hurry, with crumbs of buns still stained on the hem of her T-shirt: "Supervisor, I think young people nowadays like this lively style, and..." "That's enough!" The supervisor threw the file on the table, shaking the computer screen, "Redo it before get off work. If you don't do it well, don't think about the bonus this month!"
