At midnight, Xia Lu was still buried in her desk, wrestling with the project progress report.
"You don't need to write the content and design process in too much detail, but focus on the progress, issues encountered, and future plans — that's what the client cares about," Luo Wentao's instructions still rang in her ears. No matter what, this was her first time independently writing up the results of a major project, and she couldn't rely entirely on others for help; she had to have her own ideas as well.
After another quarter of an hour of typing, her phone suddenly rang.
"You absolutely won't guess what happened to me today," Jin Meng said, her tone mysterious. "Have you finished your report?"
"Not yet," Xia Lu moved from her desk to her bed, reached for a pillow to support her waist, lay down, and stretched, "Go on, tell me. It'll be a good distraction."