Dragon City Branch Company, Ning Fan sat idly in the office, barely managed to review a few documents, and finally couldn't endure the complex and lengthy contents. With a splitting headache, he put down his pen.
"What, didn't you say you wanted to help me with the paperwork? It's only been half an hour, and you can't handle it?"
Ouyang Feifei stood by the side, a smile on her lips, speaking leisurely.
It was the first time she saw Ning Fan with such a helpless and pained expression. Not only did she not think Ning Fan was incompetent, but she also found him a bit adorable at that moment.
"Do you do this kind of thing every day? I don't know how you've endured it."
Ning Fan shook his head, ignoring Ouyang Feifei's teasing. He picked up the hot tea on the table and took a gentle sip.
After going through a few documents, he felt a dry throat.
As if each word that leaped into his mind evaporated the moisture in his body.
