Knock, knock, knock—
"Come in."
Gu Sheng pushed open the door and saw Little Nezha holding a stack of documents, baring her teeth in frustration.
"What are you looking at?"
Gu Sheng walked into the office and closed the door behind him.
"Why do you look like that?"
"Sales summary."
Shen Miaomiao sighed and flipped the stack of gut-wrenching revenue analysis reports facedown on the desk.
Chu Qingzhou had just given it to her. It clearly showed exactly when Phasmophobia's sales had begun to surge.
Looking at that vertical line of death, Shen Miaomiao felt a stabbing pain in her chest.
That's all money from my little treasury... sob sob sob...
But Gu Sheng was right in front of her, so she could not lose her composure. She could only force out a smile.
"I really never expected our game to sell this much. Old Gu, you really are... indispensable!"
Shen Miaomiao practically gritted out those last four words.
Yet Gu Sheng did not notice at all. He even chuckled and joked,
"See? Isn't your Brother Sheng amazing?"
As he spoke, Gu Sheng struck a pushing pose and shrugged his shoulders twice.
Damn it!
Shen Miaomiao nearly picked up the computer and smashed it into his face!
I'm already annoyed! Why are you such a smartass?!
Shen Miaomiao felt that if this conversation continued, she would need another cup of motherwort tea. She quickly waved for Gu Sheng to sit down.
Gu Sheng took a lollipop from his pocket and handed it to Shen Miaomiao, then tugged at his trouser leg and sat down on the sofa.
"The convenience store downstairs just got a new coconut flavor. I picked one up for you while buying cigarettes."
At least that was halfway decent of him.
Shen Miaomiao took the lollipop, unwrapped