After lunch, Mo Jingchun stopped by the lab to check on the progress.
Seeing that there were no issues, Mo Jingchun returned to his office for a nap.
Separated only by the finance department from Mo Jingchun's office, it was quiet enough to hear a pin drop inside the executive's office.
Unlike Mo Jingchun, who was lying on a soft bed, Zhou Yaling could only nap on the lounge chair she had bought.
Fortunately, the other colleagues had dorm rooms, so Zhou Yaling enjoyed the peace and quiet.
After all, with no one to disturb her, resting anywhere is still resting.
In a daze, Zhou Yaling was woken up by a noise.
It was the vibration and notification sounds of her phone.
Glancing at her phone, Zhou Yaling rubbed her head in annoyance.
Just fell asleep, who on earth is messaging?
"Damn, what's with the @everyone in the middle of the day."
The message was from the university's charity club, with over a thousand members.
