Qiao Nian got up to wash her face in cold water.
Under its stimulation, her chaotic mind finally sobered up. At least it was not filled with all kinds of calculation formulas anymore.
Qiao Nian rubbed her numb facial nerves and looked at the girl with bloodshot eyes in the mirror. Then, she turned off the tap, wiped her hands, and walked out.
At this moment, her fully charged phone lit up.
Qiao Nian walked to the desk, picked it up, and looked down at it.
A WeChat message from Ye Wangchuan appeared on the screen.
They lived together, right? Was there a need to send a WeChat message?
She raised her eyebrows before clicking the message.
[Y: Master Cheng is waiting for you downstairs. Are you free to come down and meet him?]
Master Cheng?
Qiao Nian was a little surprised. Then, she looked at the papers and computer from the corner of her eye and rubbed her temples.
This problem was hard to conquer in a short time.
