Deng Yazi didn't lift her head, keeping her eyes on the "key points of the report" document from the city propaganda department on the screen.
While comforting, she said, "Xiaonan, hang in there a bit longer. Director Liu is famous for being 'sensitive to drafts.' Just jot down his opinions for now. Once I finish this draft, I'll help you revise it."
She had long been accustomed to this kind of high-intensity grind.
From an out-of-town contract worker to passing the exam for the coveted Quan City TV Station position, she cherished this hard-won job more than anyone else.
"Alright..." Sun Xiaonan sighed.
Time slowly passed with the sound of keyboard typing and occasional sighs.
It was eleven thirty at night.
Only then did the two finally send the revised news draft and documentary script to Director Liu's email.
Deng Yazi dropped into her chair with relief, stretching lazily.
Sun Xiaonan, having washed up in the bathroom, paused abruptly as she passed by Deng Yazi's computer.
