Perhaps because she didn't sleep well last night, Yan Xixi felt listless all day. Fortunately, Fu Mei's office had already been vacated, and a few colleagues helped her move her belongings in.
Sitting in the swivel chair, she spun gently, and the sight of a large evergreen tree by the window instantly lifted her spirits.
Though the office was small and not at all grand—certainly no match for the luxurious offices of powerful women depicted in film and television—it was clean and tidy, with bright windows, and she loved it very much.
All of this was a matter of luck.
When good luck came one's way, one had to work even harder and grasp it firmly. Otherwise, luck, much like serendipity, could turn and vanish in an instant.
Yan Xixi clenched her fists tightly. Nothing can stop me. Otherwise, who knows if luck will still be waiting for me next time?
After having a cup of coffee to refresh herself, she got straight to work.
