<h4>Chapter 135 - Please receive your angel</h4>


    135 Please receive your angel


    Trantor:AsStudios Editor: AsStudios /As Studios


    In the manager’s office.


    Wen Yadai stood by the ss wall with a cup of coffee in her hands. She saw Nian Xiaomu standing in front of the printer and took a sip of the coffee, the corners of her lips curling into a frigid smile.


    Did Nian Xiaomu really think that she wielded great power now after writing just one executive report?


    At the beginning, she totally had not expected for Nian Xiaomu to join the public rtions department.


    After all, it was her own department, so it would be more convenient to use her “own people.”


    Xie Jingjing might be stupid, but she waspetent in her work and very obedient.


    It was easy to manipte people like that.


    She did not think that Yu Yuehan would have embarrassed her by letting Nian Xiaomu parachute into the public rtions department…


    Wen Yadai’s eyes narrowed, and her expression turned cold.


    Not every high performer would definitely be popr in the workce.


    Since Nian Xiaomu did not know the rules, it was best for her to be taught a lesson about the rules. She must learn that no one could help her here!


    Seeing what a pathetic sight she was standing at the printer and being even busier than the interns, Wen Yadai felt a sense of thrill.


    Nian Xiaomu would surely look for her toin about the work in another two days.


    If Nian Xiaomu could not even blend in with one department, then she could not me anyone when it was time for her to leave.


    Wen Yadai kept wearing the smirk on her face and slowly walked back to her seat at her work desk. She then changed her position to continue spying on Nian Xiaomu’s sorry state at work…


    -


    Next to the printer.


    Nian Xiaomu had just stapled a stack of print-outs together and then passed it to the colleague next to her.


    She was just about to clean the beads of perspiration off of her forehead when yet another person shouted, “Nian Xiaomu, when will my print-outs be ready?”


    “Right away!”


    She could not even catch her breath before continuing to be busy.


    Ye Mingmin was absolutely right.


    It was true that she knew nothing about the workflow of the public rtions department. She might even know less than the interns.


    A supervisor like her would never be able to cooperate well with her colleagues no matter which department she might be in.


    It was critical for every neer to go through an adjustment phase.


    Making print-outs was fine. She could even use the time that she was free to properly study how her colleagues in the department worked.


    There was nothing to feel indignant about.


    She felt re-energized at the thought of this.


    With great efficiency, she helped her colleagues print documents and send out faxes. Simultaneously, she found time to look through the less urgent documents to understand what projects each team was handling…


    Time passes quickly when one is busy.


    When lunch time came around, she was finally able to catch her breath.


    When she settled down, her colleagues in the department had already formed cliques to go to lunch together, leaving her alone.


    Nian Xiaomu arranged thest set of documents properly before leaving the public rtions office.


    When she arrived at the cafeteria, there were several public rtions colleagues there. Someone wanted to call out to her to join them, but was quickly stopped by the person next to her before she could say anything.


    “Xie Jingjing is only suspended for investigation. Who knows when she will be back. Aren’t you afraid of getting into trouble by getting close to Nian Xiaomu?”


    Hearing this, the colleague who had wanted to ask Nian Xiaomu to join them for lunch fell silent immediately.


    Nian Xiaomu collected her food and walked toward an unupied table at the corner of the cafeteria.


    She was already preparing to eat on her own, but before she could even sit down, she saw a tiny figure dashing toward her.


    “Pretty Sister!”


    Xiao Liuliu was dressed in a pink princess gown with her soft hair tied up into a bun. Her delicate little face was flushed red.


    Her short legs ran very swiftly, and in a sh, she darted into Nian Xiaomu’s arms.