Nuomi's office was right next door.
Wang Xiaoliang pushed the door open and had one leg inside before stopping dead.
It was twice the size of his office, but there was nowhere to step.
Cardboard boxes.
Shipping cartons of every size were stacked all the way from the doorway to the windowsill, completely burying the sofa and coffee table.
A head poked out from behind the computer monitor. Nuomi's fingers clattered across the keyboard, while steam rose from an enormous mug beside her.
Wang Xiaoliang turned sideways, squeezed through a gap, and edged over to the desk.
"Nuomi, my dear big sister, I'm free starting today. Entirely at your service."
He put heavy emphasis on "big sister."
One good turn deserved another.
This girl called him "Big Brother Liangliang" every single day, and it made his scalp prickle. Age-wise, she had already graduated from Tsinghua or Peking, so she should be about his age. If she had graduated a while ago, she could very well be older.
It was just that her round face blurred the boundaries of age.
You could say she was eighteen or nineteen, or twenty-eight or twenty-nine, and people would probably believe either.
Nuomi's hands paused. She glanced at him from behind the monitor and snorted with laughter.
"Big Brother Liangliang, don't flatter me like that. You and Zijin are about to become our company's gods of wealth. How could I dare order you around?"
Wang Xiaoliang patted an unopened box beside him and sat straight down on it.
"Come on, I mean it about calling you big sister. I want to learn some real skills from you."
Nuomi stared at him for two seconds.
She tipped her chin toward the computer screen.
"All right. Make yourself at home for now. I've just got the ending