Tianfeng City's Dragon Heart District, Professional Assistance Center.
Today, He Zhaoyi was still at her own counter, handling work for the Professionals who came seeking assistance day after day, year after year.
"Hello. How may I help you?"
Little He's professionally sweet smile and crisp voice once again brought her a huge amount of work, causing a familiar long line to form in front of her counter. By contrast, the line at the neighboring counter was rather sparse, creating a somewhat peculiar sight.
People who frequently came here were not surprised by this scene at all. They had long since grown accustomed to it.
There were even several security guards who often wandered around here, seemingly ready to spring into action at any moment. They paid an excessive amount of attention to He Zhaoyi's counter.
There was no helping it.
Ever since Little He had begun working here, incidents that required the security guards' intervention had occurred from time to time.
For example, some unrestrained Professionals liked to cause trouble here. Even when they had nothing to do, they would run over to He Zhaoyi to show off their presence. Others would deliberately line up here just to chat with her, obstructing the work, or simply hit on Little He, seriously affecting the work and order of the area. This small office area had unexpectedly become a place of conflict and disorder.
The security guards naturally knew this very well, so they could not help coming over from time to time to look around, allowing them to intervene whenever a disturbance broke out.
Of course, whether some of them had ulterior motives was something only they themselves knew.
As for He Zhaoyi, whether she knew perfectly well but chose not to say anything, or had truly failed to notice, she