Were they all... suffering from bipolar disorder?
Editor: Atlas Studios
Nian Xiaomu darted out of the president's office and patted her chest in relief that she had barely made her escape from death.
She felt pleased with herself for being pretty quick-witted.
Luckily, she had run fast; otherwise, she would be in hot water for sure!
She took out her cell phone and checked the time. Seeing that the lunch break was almost over, she walked back to her own department.
When she arrived at the entrance of the public relations department, she noticed that many people were looking at her in a rather odd manner.
She stopped in her tracks and subconsciously touched her face. Was there something wrong?
"Why are you still standing there, Xiaomu? Come on in!" A colleague waved at her with a huge smile on her face.
"… Okay." Nian Xiaomu recovered her senses and thought that perhaps someone needed her to print documents, so she walked toward the printer.