Crazy Rush

Xia Qinglee curled her lips and there was a trace of helplessness between her brows. She powerlessly returned to her desk and took out her phone to call the number that she had just left for him.

It was just that the call had already been connected but the other party still did not answer. Xia Qinglee's fingers rubbed on the table and somewhat anxiously stomped her feet.

"The secretary should have already told her that there will be a handover today, why is she still not picking up the phone?"

As she spoke, she hung up the phone. Seeing that it was almost time for lunch, Xia Qinglee became even more anxious.

She took out her phone and dialed the number again. When the call was about to end, she heard a lazy and sleepy voice from the other end of the phone. "Hello, who is it?"

"Hello, I am your new editor. I want to make a handover with you. " Xia Qinglee politely replied. Her original anger completely dissipated.