Song Qingchun stared blankly at the laptop, which had been completely unresponsive no matter how hard she pressed the on button.
Know some? The man took less than a minute to fix everything and that is just knowing some?
Song Qingchun stood beside his bed. Since she wanted to see the computer screen, her head was leaned slightly forward. Her long dark hair fell onto Su Zhinian's hand.
This meant that he could read her inner thoughts easily.
Su Zhinian heard the impressed shock in her heart and continued working on her laptop, with no change in his expression other than blinking occasionally. His other hand that was not attached to the IV drip slid on the laptop's touch pad and would move to press a few keys once in a while. Various windows continuously appeared and disappeared on screen.
Song Qingchun had a hard time catching up. The computer suddenly restarted before Song Qingchun had chance to ask, What are you doing?
