C117 A Lingering Spirit

At 2: 00 a.m., the whole office building is empty. There was only a thin figure lying on the desk. He stared blankly at a piece of paper. The trash basket beside him was filled with a whole basket of useless paper. Xia Tong was stunned. Biting on the pen, she was so conflicted that she wanted to go crazy.

She did not know why, but she could not find any inspiration today