Li Jiangao subconsciously glanced at the box in the corner of the living room that belonged to Tan Jingrong, and thinking of how Tan had struggled to move it, he suddenly felt a bit overwhelmed.
"How many papers are in there?"
"Not many, just a hundred."
Li Jiangao: "..."
At that moment, Li Jiangao couldn't help but be flooded with the fear that once dominated him in high school, caused by endless assignments.
This guy is seriously playing for keeps!
...
"Tan Jingrong, over here."
As soon as Tan Jingrong had reached the third floor of the cafeteria, he heard Zuo Jie's enthusiastic greeting. Turning towards the voice, he saw that Zuo had already ordered and was sitting at a prime spot right across from the stair entrance, waiting for him.
Tan Jingrong hurriedly quickened his pace, went over, and sat down across from Zuo Jie.
"Why are you so late? A lot going on in the project group, huh?" Zuo Jie asked with a smile plastered on his face.