Mo Han recovered; turning his head to look at her calmly, he shuffled the remaining documents in his hand and said, "Don't be too happy. These are just small problems. President Zhang was hiding something and this problem still hasn't been resolved."
Xia Qingyi pursed her lips and looked around the room. It just so happened that the clock on the wall had just reached 10pm.
It was already so late. Xia Qingyi looked at Mo Han, who was still working. He was still fixated on his documents, rearranging what he wanted to say, flipping through a very thick book of economic principles.
"Can we go back? It's already 10pm."
Mo Han looked at his wristwatch. It really was late. He stood up and stopped what he was doing, but there was no sign of him preparing to get off work. He put on his suit jacket. "Come on, let me send you home."
Xia Qingyi was a little shocked. "Will you come back later?"
