"Manager Song, this is the document you want."
"Put it there."
Hearing Li Yan's voice, Song Xinyue didn't even raise her head and pointed at a place.
Li Yan walked up to her, put away the documents, and opened his thin lips again, "Besides, I just got the news that the rainstorm led to the landslip and the debris flow in An Village not long ago." "Oh, and then?"
Song Xinyue stared at her new manicure as if it was none of her business.
"At that time, the members of our company's project team were also there. Coincidentally..." Li Yan wanted to say something more, but Song Xinyue suddenly remembered something and interrupted him excitedly.
"Project team?"
"So, Song Yao is also here?"
"Yes."
Faced with Song Xinyue's question, Li Yan answered truthfully.