It was now ten o'clock at night. For Qin Zhiyou, who often worked until one or two in the morning, it was still early. On this first night, he had to appear measured, no matter how restless he was feeling, he had to keep calm.
But sheer willpower couldn't do much good, and he couldn't go to the study; opening and closing doors would make too much noise. He could only turn on his computer and get to work. At the same time, he asked Aunt Hao to bring up a cup of tea over the internal line. He specifically requested a large cup of strong and bitter raw Pu'er tea, which could help cool down his ardor.
