C142 Slow

The entire office was filled with a depressed atmosphere. Cui Xunxun was playing with the pen, spinning it a few rounds, throwing the pen aside and asking, "Sister Zhao Qing, why do you think we failed? We put in so much effort and made everything so perfectly, but we still failed, why is that?"

Zhao Qing also sat in her own seat, while flipping through documents.

"Aiya, so everyone is here