After four months of effort, only a portion of people had attained the quota, yet Mo Shangjun had produced five in one go.
Lang Yan once again expressed his utmost admiration.
And, with a heart full of respect, he left the office.
As he stepped out the door, he didn't hear any sound from behind and couldn't help but look back.
"Aren't you leaving?"
Lang Yan asked, seeing Mo Shangjun still seated.
Mo Shangjun came back to her senses and nodded slightly, "There's still a bit to do."
"Get some rest early," Lang Yan advised.
Mo Shangjun responded noncommittally.
Lang Yan left.
After sitting on the chair for another two minutes, Mo Shangjun finally stood up, pushed the chair back to its place, and walked over to her desk. Once seated in her office chair, she took out her phone.
She turned it on.
The phone had 20 percent battery left.
