Ye Wangchuan started the photocopier and printed out all the blueprints—twenty pages total.
He stretched his legs and got up. Taking the thick stack of paper, he went to the second floor and knocked on the door of the girl's room.
"May I come in?"
"Up to you."
The girl's slightly hoarse voice came from inside.
It was a little sloppy and also a little lazy.
Ye Wangchuan's lips curled up unconsciously as he opened the door and entered.
Bo Jingxing was right. Regardless of whether this matter would involve Lu Zhi, at the very least, he should not hide anything from her.
Even if the original intention was good, there was no change in the fact he was deceiving her. There would be no point in explaining later.
**
The summer weather was sultry.
Qiao Nian sat on the chair and dried her hair. Her shoulder-length black hair was already half dry. It would dry naturally in a while.
