C31 Picking up the Little Bun

After coming out of the Zhanfeng Company, Shen Qingqing held her backpack in her hands. She looked down at the patterns on the floor tiles and walked towards the road in a trance.

She finally understood why the group of interviewees in front of her had all walked out dejectedly. Now, she had become the one who was dejected.

A string of pleasant music sounded in Shen Qingqing's handbag