Contrasting atmosphere

After greeting her subordinates, Ling Qingyu entered her office and lay down on the sofa flat, without any ladylike image.

Zhao Xiurong's forehead wrinkled, seeing her boss's behavior, and forcibly lifted her up. Ling Qingyu was helpless, giving her secretary a speechless expression.

Zhao Xiurong chuckled. "Sister Ling, it's not good to sleep in the morning. Why don't you try something interesting or maybe work?"

Work? Ling Qingyu wanted to hear this word the least. Exhausted from the morning routine and not having enough sleep, took a toll on her mind.

She merely desired to sleep for a moment but her Secretary Zhao even brought a tablet onto her face, reporting the company's affair.

Ling Qingyu sighed as she read the notes and made some comments until Zhao Xiurong left after having other work to do.

Now, she was alone, but she lost her sleepiness. Ling Qingyu trotted toward her desk and opened her desktop.