The building fell into a dead silence. Song Nuanyi struggled to get up and walked to the ceiling-to-floor window to stretch. The city was still brightly lit, and the streetlights outside stood quietly in two rows. Although there were not as many cars as usual, there were still a lot of them.
Song Nuanyi thought, 'Why are the people in these cars running around?'
'Money? Relationships? Dreams?'
These people who were tired of running around must have their own reasons for working hard. Just like her, she was reborn and had to work hard to change everything so that she could control her own fate and become her own master.
While her mind was wandering, Song Nuanyi suddenly heard movement at the door. She was shocked.
Who could it be at this time of night? Didn't Assistant Chen already leave?
