Hou Lin tilted his head, and he tapped on her shoulder. "Miss. Xing."
That broke the string of her thoughts, making her breaths return to normal. But her heartbeats were still running erratically wild.
"You seem to keep losing your focus."
Xing Bi sheepishly rubbed the back of her head. "I didn't get much sleep last night so my mind keeps hopping here and there…"
"I see. That's not good. A good sleep is very important," he said with all earnesty. "You can take an early day off and go home."
She waved her hand. "That's not necessary really. I have to check on Ai's new drafts too."
"If that's what you want. But don't overwork yourself."
She nodded.
"I will take my leave," he bowed. He then noticed that Xing Bi looked as if she wanted to ask something.
"Is there something you want to ask me?"
She parted her lips to almost ask if he somehow knew Zhan Yahui, but the question never escaped her lips.
