From the day the man made her write a self-criticism, she realized that besides going to school, eating three meals a day, and sleeping, she spent all her other time writing self-criticisms in the study. To prevent her from being lazy, Qi Shen turned on the surveillance cameras in his study, which had been off for a long time.

The nicknames of the three women in the group have been changed several times, but Fang Zhi's self-criticism has not stopped.

The influx of messages on her phone gradually began to shake the already restless and bored girl who was writing self-criticisms.

Fang Zhi glanced at the camera diagonally opposite him, pursed his lips slightly, and began to think.

She didn't believe her brother could watch the security camera 24/7, and she figured she wouldn't be caught if she slacked off for a bit. Lost in thought, the girl put down her pen and unconsciously reached for her phone.

The message in the group: "Sisters stay together, men come and go."

The day after the man discovered she was writing erotic fiction and watching pornographic videos, he helped her leave the group chat. Not long after, Anuo quietly pulled her back in.

[An Funny Girl: You haven't finished writing your self-criticism yet? How much longer are you going to write, you little rascal? It's so boring, I always think of you on lonely afternoons. Poor thing.jpg]

[Lin Bai Fumei: Eye roll.jpg, upstairs, save your spittle and stop your hypocritical performance. Instead of wasting your time, why don't you think of a few words of self-criticism for Zhizhi?]

[An, the funny girl: Oh no, my phone screen suddenly went black, and all my messages are gone.]

......

Fang Zhi smiled faintly as she read through the messages in the group chat where the two were bickering, and then replied:

[I don't know how much longer I'll have to write, but I've already written so much. (Notebook image.jpg)]

As soon as Fang Zhi's message appeared on the screen, the other two people on the other end of the phone both stopped in their tracks.

Lin Yisheng stopped drinking the water she had only drunk halfway through.

Anno sat up abruptly in bed, her head still throbbing from the hangover. Her slender body swayed and she almost fell off the bed.

She zoomed in on the picture and hissed.

[An, the funny girl: My goodness! This self-criticism you wrote is three times longer than my graduation thesis! Now who can tell if you're writing a self-criticism or fabricating five thousand years of Chinese history?!]

Lin Yisheng was also bewildered by the thick stack of documents.

She hadn't seen so many words since graduation. She rubbed her forehead and comforted herself, saying, "Don't panic, Zhizhi. I'll be back soon. Don't worry, I'll find a way to help you."

Only then did I realize that the corners of my lips had widened, and I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The girl's fair face had slightly arched eyebrows, and her beautiful eyes sparkled with starlight.

She tilted her head back slightly, thought for a moment, and then clicked the voice button:

"I don't want to write a five-thousand-year history book, nor do I want to use a collection of self-criticisms as a template; my wrist hurts so much. I want to go out and play with my two older sisters, please!"

The girl's sweet and soft voice carried a hint of coquetry, making one's heart flutter uncontrollably.

If Qi Shen were there and heard this, he would definitely be jealous.

After sending the voice message, she realized she had listened to it all, and her fair face slowly turned red.

This seems to be the first time she has ever acted coquettishly towards someone.

[An, the funny girl: ?? What did I just hear? Say it again in a coquettish tone? Who wouldn't be confused by this?]

[Lin Bai Fumei: +1, Zhibao, have you ever spoken to your hypocritical brother like that? I guarantee if you speak to him in that tone, not only will he stop you from writing self-criticisms, but if you want to continue, he'll have to do it for you!]

Upon seeing Lin Yisheng's text message, Fang Zhi paused, a thoughtful look appearing on her beautiful face.

Does my brother really know how?

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In the SQ president's office, the head of the business department stood in the open space in front, giving a fluent report on the previous quarter's performance.

Qi Shen rested his arm on the table, one hand supporting his clean-cut jawline. His eyelids were lowered, and his long eyelashes cast a faint shadow under his eyes. He seemed somewhat indifferent to his subordinate's report.

"We have exceeded the performance targets set for our department last quarter. This concludes our department's summary report. We welcome any feedback from General Manager Qi regarding any shortcomings."

After the head of the business department finished reading the closing remarks, he looked up and respectfully gazed at the refined and elegant man behind the desk.

The surrounding air fell silent.

The man was handsome and refined, but his silent demeanor created a tremendous sense of oppression.

The person in charge felt inexplicably panicked. After waiting for a long time without receiving a reply, he felt his clenched hands starting to sweat.

Pulling himself back to reality, Qi Shen suddenly noticed that his subordinates had stopped reporting. He raised his eyelids, his voice low and gentle:

Is there anything else?

The person in charge was taken aback and cautiously glanced at the man.

President Qi's tone was correct, and his expression showed no abnormality, so it wasn't his problem, but rather that President Qi had been daydreaming.

After thinking for a moment, the person in charge relaxed his clenched hand and nodded, saying, "Reporting to President Qi, the report is complete."

Qi Shen hummed in agreement and said calmly, "Go out."

"Yes." The person in charge left without looking up.

Although he was very curious about what could make their CEO Qi abandon his work and start daydreaming.

The office door closed again, Qi Shen adjusted his posture, and then casually operated the computer a few times. The image of Nangong's study appeared on the computer screen.

The man narrowed his long, narrow eyes.

Instead of sitting obediently at the desk and writing as he expected, the girl in the milky white plush pajamas was chatting and laughing on her phone.

Qi Shen's long, clean fingers rubbed together, his Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he let out a soft snort.

He discovered that the girl was now adept at playing dumb with him, even though he had clearly told her that there were surveillance cameras in the study and that he would check on her from time to time.

Qi Shen's dark, deep eyes were fixed on the girl's figure on the computer screen. Did his Zhizhi think that he couldn't do anything about her now?

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