4:00 p.m.
Qianhai, Shencheng, Tang Yi Precision Innovation Center.
The temporary office area of [Xuanji Light Realm] was a hive of activity.
With one final crisp tap of the keyboard, Zhang Yan clicked the "Save" button and uploaded the last handover document to the Encrypted Cloud.
"Phew—" She let out a long breath and rubbed her slightly sore neck.
The work was finally done.
"Bzz bzz bzz—" The phone on her desk began to vibrate.
[Wen Ruan.]
Zhang Yan quickly picked up her phone, stood up, and walked to a quiet corner before answering. "Hello? Director Wen."
"Yanyan, good afternoon." Wen Ruan's voice carried its usual hint of laziness and warmth. "Have you finished the first stage of the handover work over at [Xuanji Light Realm]?"
"Ah? Yes, it's done." Zhang Yan reported honestly, "Since they'll be moving into the new headquarters soon, the data here has basically been archived. We were planning to return to the Guangzhou branch tomorrow to finish the remaining work."
"Then that works out perfectly." Wen Ruan said, "Before you leave Shencheng, move your luggage to my place tonight. You can familiarize yourself with it and pick a room you like. That way, the next time you come here for a long business trip, you won't have to go through the trouble of booking hotels and checking out anymore. You can just move in with your bags. Much more convenient."
Panic rose in Zhang Yan's heart, and she hurriedly said, "N-No need. That would be too much trouble—and you're still abroad right now. It wouldn't be appropriate for me to move in by myself. I should wait until you come back, then—"
After all, it was Wen Ruan's private residence. In Zhang Yan's eyes, entering someone's home while the owner was away was terribly rude.