While asleep, Jiangli's soul seemed to split in two halves, one half asleep, the other half alert, listening to everything happening outside.
She heard that ever since Zhao Wenhua joined the company, she hadn't stopped.
All the colleagues, when they saw her, treated her like a helper—one moment asking her to warm up a cup of coffee, another asking her to pour a glass of hot water, and another asking her to help organize some documents.
Even when not working, Zhao Wenhua was still busy, like a spinning top that never stopped.
But she never resisted; whatever others asked her to do, she'd at most say "okay," then obediently follow orders, like a puppet who didn't know what resistance meant.
Such people are the easiest to manipulate.
Jiangli had heard others call her name, heard her movements at her seat, able to discern where she sat and what her name was.
In this small company, it was easy to find Zhao Wenhua.
