Two thoughts swirled in her mind until she felt a sharp pain in her body. She had been burned by the coffee. Aunt Qing suddenly stood up, the chair creaking as it moved. Ignoring her burned hand, she zoomed in on the screen to examine the picture again. She was sure it was well-written. She quickly grabbed her phone from the table to call Jiang Yue and ask about the song. Aunt Qing had so many questions on her mind.
Aunt Qing's assistant in the outer office heard the sound of a water glass falling to the ground and a chair making a jarring noise. Realizing something must have happened inside, she quickly got up and knocked on the door: "Manager? Manager, are you alright? Do you need any help?"
Aunt Qing was about to say no, but she swallowed her words because her phone screen had become distorted from the coffee, so she had to use another phone. Aunt Qing calmed herself down, took a few deep breaths, and realized that she had lost her composure in her haste. She took a few more deep breaths to adjust her emotions, turned off the computer screen, and called out, "Come in!"
When the assistant came in, she saw that Aunt Qing was covered in coffee, and the cup was broken all over the floor. Not knowing what had happened, she thought it was just coffee spilled on her. She ran over, grabbed some tissues, and quickly wiped Aunt Qing's skin. Seeing a large red patch on her skin, the assistant hurriedly asked, "Manager, should we go to the hospital?"
"No need, it's not very hot, I don't need to go to the hospital. Go to the logistics department and apply for a cell phone for me, I need it urgently."
After cleaning up the broken cups on the floor, the assistant went to the logistics department. Aunt Qing also went to the company's gym area to take a shower and change her clothes. Her emotions calmed down while she was showering. The song was of such high quality. If it was written by Jiang Yue, that would be the best. She would feel like she had struck gold. Her current position was almost at its limit. With Jiang Yue as her treasure, she might be able to get promoted. If it wasn't written by Jiang Yue, that was fine too. It would also mean that Jiang Yue had a terrifyingly talented composer behind her. In any case, she wouldn't lose out.
Thinking of this, Zhao Qing smiled self-deprecatingly. He used to think that he had reached the point where he could not show his emotions, but he did not expect that he had not been stimulated enough.
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