章 1783: Something Is Fishy

The editor had already walked up to Ye Qianqian. Just when she was about to say something, she noticed that Ye Qianqian's eyes were completely red.

Ye Qianqian stared at the call log on her phone screen. Her eyes inevitably brimmed with tears.

The editor never expected Ye Qianqian to behave like this. Within the three to four years she had worked at the company, nobody in the office had ever seen Ye Qianqian cry.

Ye Qianqian's tears trickled down from her cheeks. She quickly wiped them away and said, "It's nothing."

When they sat down again, the editor no longer maintained the overbearing stance she displayed earlier. Instead, she approached Ye Qianqian and gently asked, "What's wrong?"

Ye Qianqian tried hard to force the corners of her lips to curl up into a smile, but the muscles were rigid beyond reason. Her smiling face looked even uglier than how she looked when she cried.