Tang Song pressed his lips together and said softly, "Happy."
"How about work? Does the company leadership bully you? Are you feeling aggrieved?"
Tang Song's eyes gradually became moist, and his voice was somewhat trembling as he replied, "No."
"Oh... that's good... I don't usually dare to ask because I know I can't help." Liu Qingning twisted her body and her breathing became more steady.
"Sorry."
Liu Qingning quietly lay on his shoulder, seemingly not hearing him.
Tang Song sniffed, and as the wind blew, two distinct lines of chill appeared on his face.
In the past few months when the game became real, his emotional intelligence and comprehension improved greatly.
Things that were once vague now seemed strikingly clear.
Like the meticulous care and deep love his first love showed him.
In fact, her worries were justified.
If the game hadn't become real, his work and life would have been in chaos.
Workplace bullying left him drained, enduring great psychological torment.
