Song Ying had just returned to her room when she immediately walked behind a folding screen.
She took off her coat and top, then bent over. With both hands behind her back, she reached for the clasps of her bra... But perhaps she had rested too well in the hospital these past few days, because Song Ying felt that she had gained a little weight.
The moment she undid the clasps, the jade rabbits on her chest bounced slightly, and Song Ying let out a relieved breath. She touched the marks left on her body by the tight bra and frowned with slight distress.
I really have to replace all the bras at home because I've gotten too fat... This size.
Song Ying shook her head. She still had to wait a while for the bathtub to fill.
So she simply put on her bathrobe, poured herself a glass of water, walked over to the table, and opened her laptop.
Song Ying sat down while drinking her water and looked at the stock market performance of the various industries owned by the Song Family.
Suddenly, Song Ying choked on her drink.
She coughed several times, then hurriedly began tapping on the keyboard... The interface on the laptop screen switched rapidly.
A moment later, Song Ying blankly rubbed her eyes. Then, as if on instinct, she reached out and patted her laptop, her face filled with disbelief.
"Good grief... Could it have gotten a virus? All of our stocks hit their daily limit?? Meow??"
Just then, Song Ying's phone rang—it was a call from the person in charge of an overseas branch of the Song Dynasty Group.
"Miss Sakura! Oh my God! We've struck oil!! Can you believe it? It's really oil!!"
"What??" Song Ying's little mouth fell slightly open.
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