"Sorry, I'll change it right away." Wen Tang opened the file, made a change, and printed a new copy for Chen Meng, "I'm sorry to have troubled you."
Chen Meng looked down at the heavy file in her hand and looked at Wen Tang with a questioning gaze, "Why do I feel like you're acting strange today?"
Wen Tang pursed her lips, "Really?"
Chen Meng frowned, "I can't quite put my finger on it."
"Anyway, you seem distracted."
With that, she left with the file.
Wen Tang straightened her clothes and sat back down at her workstation.
She glanced at the time, it was the weekend, and she had almost forgotten to arrange the upcoming schedule for Pei Heyan.
She hurriedly started typing on her computer.
And edited the information into the spreadsheet.
Suddenly, while glancing at a sheet of paper, she discovered they were to meet a new client next week.
A female not older than thirty, two companies doing business for the first time.
