Not many people had arrived at the office.
Zhang Ye didn’t look around as he walked in. Suddenly, a voice appeared from behind.
It was Big Sis Zhou. She smiled, “Greet me, or not. There will I stay, no sorrow, nor joy.”
Zhang Ye quickly smiled and turn back to look at her, “Big Sister Zhou, good morning. I’m sorry. The flowers on your desk were blocking you; I did not notice you were here.”
Big Sis Zhou said proudly, “How was it, Little Zhang? I used your poem correctly?”
Zhang Ye embarrassedly said, “You saw Weibo last night?”
“Of course, I saw it. I followed your Weibo last night. I did not expect that after I followed it, the party had also started. It caused me to fall asleep after 12 last night. You didn’t follow me, right? I even forwarded your new poem.” As she spoke, she felt some injustice for him, “Ignore those people from the Writers’ Association. If you don’t know what art is and can’t write poems, then no one in the world can write poems. Big Sis supports you. Don’t take it to heart.”