Chapter 125: Old Fried Dough Stick
Translator: 549690339
After a while, I sighed, "Maybe you need to find a boyfriend."
Only then did Lin Xiaoyi reluctantly climb off me, somewhat dissatisfied, "Hey, come on, Wen, you actually want me to find a boyfriend too."
But at this moment, my head was already filled with sleepiness, I didn't quite catch what Lin Xiaoyi said, and with a tilt of my head, I fell back into a deep sleep.
By the time I woke up again, it was already three in the afternoon. Lin Xiaoyi was no longer in the office. I slowly got up, stretched lazily, and then folded up the cot.
On my desk were two freshly prepared documents. I glanced at them—you could say it was the same old deadbeat companies waiting for me to negotiate debt collection, but this had always been Lin Xiaoyi's job before.
I rubbed my forehead; it seems this girl might be dissatisfied and taking it out on me.