The night is like a piece of velvet soaked in ink, wrapping the skyscrapers of Shanghai in a halo of semi-darkness. At ten o'clock in the evening, the lights on the 23rd floor of an office building in Lujiazui were still bright and dazzling. Bai Jinx rubbed her sore temples, her fingertips ran across the dense schedule on her tablet, and a tired but neat smile appeared on her lips.
