Xijing Art School

Ning Li followed Shen Zhijin upstairs.

Yan Qiu and the others had already arrived in Room 601.

Tang Yi joked, "Little Junior Sister came a little late today!"

Usually, Ning Li came very early, and this was the first time she had ever been delayed.

Ning Li pulled out a chair beside him and sat down, before taking out her computer.

Hearing this, she smiled and said lightly, "Yeah, I had to answer a call at the last minute, so I came up a little late."

Shen Zhijin glanced at her.

At the moment, Ning Li's brows were relaxed, and the corners of her lips had curled into a smile. It looked as if she had really just picked up a very ordinary phone call.

If he had not heard it with his own ears, no one would have known what kind of trouble she was facing.

He asked, "Tang Yi, how much of your paper have you written?"

Having been reminded by his boss, Tang Yi immediately came back to his senses and subconsciously sat up straight.