The girl sat with her head slightly bowed, her hands rubbing unconsciously together in her lap. Her visibly rigid posture made her look precisely like a sensitive, terrified cat perpetually on the verge of a stress response. Julian studied her quietly for a moment.

Hangchuan Technology.

The moment she received Clara's call, Li Fanlong scurried down to the lobby.

As the head of the subsidiary, his golden rule was simple: when the parent company cracked the whip, you danced. The group had dropped a new employee straight into the offic

Clara wanted to pinch her own skin just to figure out whether she was trapped in a bizarre dream or wide awake in reality.

At that exact moment, distinguishing between the two felt entirely impossible.

Do giant pies really fall from the sky back-to-back like this?