Niu Daye feels that he is probably the unluckiest secretary in the entire galaxy.
At three o'clock in the morning, she had just changed the annual report PPT of the Internet Housekeeping General Manager to the thirty-seventh page. Caffeine was tap-dancing in her blood vessels. She stared at the flashing cursor on the screen and vaguely saw her white goose flapping its wings and crashing into it. The goose was chased all over the neighborhood yesterday because it pecked the neighbor's husky. At this moment, its feathers were still stained with dog hair.
