Lin Zhou pinched his palm hard, trying to use the pain to dispel the trace of sleepiness.
In order to catch up on the design draft last night, she almost stayed up all night and drank several cups of coffee. Now her temples are still throbbing with pain.
"Sister Zhou, are you okay? Your face doesn't look good." Xiaoya, the new intern next to her, handed over a bottle of warm water and asked in a low voice.
"It's okay, it's the same old problem." Lin Zhou took the water and thanked him, then opened it and took a sip. The warm water flowed into my stomach, which made me feel a little better.
She raised her eyes and looked at the closed door of the conference room, feeling a little irritated.
