Lu Haiqiao's eyes were fixed on the tablet. She was thinking about the wording of a certain paragraph in her mind, so she replied casually, "I'll drink now."
She was a little thirsty.
Xie Xuan nodded and took out a straw from the bag. After tearing open the packaging, he poked it into the cup and handed it over.
As if sensing something, Lu Haiqiao looked up as he handed her the cup.
The moment their eyes met, they both smiled.
Lu Haiqiao took the black coffee, took a sip, and said, "Thank you."
Xie Xuan stared at her with gentle and doting eyes. "Just focus on your work."
"Alright." Lu Haiqiao sipped coffee and lowered her head again.
Zhou Nuo didn't know what to say.
"Hey, hey, hey, I'm still here. Can you not treat me as if I don't exist?"
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At 1:30 p.m., Lu Haiqiao sent the revised manuscript to her colleagues in the form of an email.
