C1930 Promotion Pressure

The door was knocked, and Du Ya walked in, stepping on the pencil lying on the floor. She bent down to pick up the pencil, then went to the corner of the table and picked up the pen holder and the other information, placing them on Ding Yiyi's desk.

"Sorry, I didn't control my emotions." Ding Yiyi supported her head with her hands as she rubbed her temples. There was fatigue in her tone