Gu Qili held this heavy box in a daze; her intuition told her that there was an earth-shattering secret inside it, otherwise, Gu Dezhong wouldn't have hidden it so well.
At that moment, her phone rang; it was Fan Bin informing her that someone was coming for an interview, asking her to come back.
As a result, the interviews went on all day, and the pile of documents on the table grew higher and higher.
"Meizi, call the next one." Gu Qili rubbed her temples, took a sip of water, her mouth non-stop talking all day, leaving her parched and tongue-tied.
"There's no one else left." Meizi placed a bowl of noodles on the table, "Eat up, you haven't had your lunch."
"Meizi, you've been working hard too. Where's Uncle Fan?" Gu Qili picked up her chopsticks; she was truly starving and devoured her food without regard for her image.
"Uncle Fan went to the garden."
