Jiang Zhi said nothing.
Ah Wan chattered on and on, "Do you think Miss Zhou could be a fairy that descended from Heaven? Once she passes her ordeal, she'll ascend back to Heaven."
What an imagination!
Ah Wan even admired his own creativity; he could debut as a scriptwriter.
In the dead of night, the only sounds in the corridor were coughs and the boss's cold, disdainful voice, "What kind of messy TV show have you been watching again?"
What do you mean messy!
Ah Wan straightened up, "I've been following 'Three Lives and Thirty Miles of Chrysanthemums' recently."
Jiang Zhi: "..."
Speaking of Three Lives and Thirty Miles of Chrysanthemums, Ah Wan's mental fan fiction simply couldn't stop.
"If Miss Zhou really is here for an ordeal, then it must be a romantic one," Ah Wan, who didn't know why he was so excited, was indeed very excited, "Boss, you're Miss Zhou's destined tribulation."