The office was already alive with all kinds of voices early in the morning, along with the scents of various breakfast sauces.
Ever since a certain former deputy editor-in-chief had been promoted to become the new editor-in-chief, the once fairly clean office had suddenly become much more down-to-earth.
In Young Lady Ren's words, this was the kind of environment that improved people's work efficiency and concentration.
"Why does Sister Ren look like she's in such a good mood today? Could it be that someone's finally taking over that disastrous project?"
"She didn't even chew out Old Q for looking at explicit pictures! Amazing! Lizi, you live with her. Tell us what happened."
Of course, gossip was always the only mainstream in the office.
Lizi, who was eating noodles tossed in mixed sauce, had wound the noodles into something resembling a chicken leg. After taking a blissful bite, she didn't even wipe the sauce and sesame seeds from the corners of her mouth. She merely shrugged and said, "It's nothing. The boss's son came back, that's all."
They immediately wore looks of realization.
They knew that the new editor-in-chief had a stepson at home, and they also knew how much importance the new editor-in-chief placed on him.
Everyone had originally thought they could dig up some explosive news about the new editor-in-chief, but they instantly lost interest—mainly because, as media workers, they had encountered far too many abnormal events lately.
Just how many were there?
So many that they desperately needed something ordinary and familiar, something that would let them feel they were still in the same ordinary, mundane, and safe world as before.
"Old Q!"
Bang—the door was suddenly shoved open by the new editor-in-chief, and her voice rang out in the filthy, chaotic office.
"I wasn't looking at Bada