At 10 o’clock at night, the last light of the Li Corporation’s conference building was finally extinguished. A group of high-level executives walked out of the conference room exhausted.
Li Jingran returned to his office with a slight frown.
The light was extinguished, and the only light in the room was from the floor-to-ceiling window.
The neon lights shone on the glass and refracted on the sofa in the corner. The light and shadow folded on the floor, leaving layers of marks.
On the dark gray sofa, Xu Wanwan was lying on her side. Her sleeping face was quiet and serene. Her long hair fell down casually, and her arms were curled up slightly as she hugged her body.
Li Jingran’s tired expression was slightly restrained. The moment he saw Xu Wanwan, his mood immediately became much better.
He strode over and half-squatted beside her, his eyes staring at the girl’s sleeping face.
It was very quiet when she fell asleep.
