Hearing his words, Han Yueyao was embarrassed.
"I'll go in and see him."
Without answering him, she pushed open the door and entered.
Thinking Lin Hang was asleep, she planned to have a look of him and then leave.
But to her surprise, he was reading when she entered.
He was reading a world classic—The Old Man and the Sea.
Seeing the title of the book, Han Yueyao was surprised; she had never imagined that Lin Hang, a rough-looking guy, would read such a sentimental book.
Hearing her footsteps, Lin Hang thought his friend was back.
"I'm fine. I'll sleep in a minute. Go back and grab some sleep. You've been here for the whole day."
Lin Hang didn't turn his eyes from the book. He seemed engrossed in it.
"The Old Man and the Sea? Is it good? You like Hemingway?" Han Yueyao asked with a chuckle.
Hearing her voice, Lin Hang shook slightly.
