8:00 PM.
The moonlight was cold, and a light night breeze drifted by.
On the third floor of Huamao Mansion, a faint light still shone from the office of Pet Guardian Home's marketing director.
"Qin, here's the July revenue report you wanted."
Seeing the office door half-open, a middle-aged woman in her fifties pushed it open and walked in. She saw Qin Yuenan sitting behind her desk, staring blankly at her screen.
?
'What is she looking at?'
The middle-aged woman was a little curious. She walked over to Qin Yuenan's side and craned her neck, only to find the computer screen was blank.
'Ah, so she was just spacing out!'
The middle-aged woman patted Qin Yuenan's shoulder and smiled faintly.
"Qin, what are you thinking about so intently?"
"Ah? Hong."
After snapping back to reality, Qin Yuenan's usual icy demeanor softened, and her tone became exceptionally gentle.
The middle-aged woman's name was Gu Hong, and she was the finance director of Pet Guardian Home.
