After replying to Nie Heng, Cheng Lang did not look at his cell phone anymore. Instead, he looked at the pile of documents in front of him. It was clearly time to sleep, but he did not feel sleepy at all. How was Xing Shu after such a curveball? Was she in the apartment?
At the thought of this, Cheng Lang picked up his suit. As soon as he went downstairs, he saw Liu Song, who was heating milk. He said, "Sir, it's already so late. Why aren't you asleep?" Other than working overtime, Cheng Lang's routine was like clockwork.
Liu Song saw the suit on Cheng Lang's arm and thought that he was going to work overtime at the company. He suggested, "Sir, should I get Jian Yaochuan to come over and send you?"
"No need." Cheng Lang walked to the foyer. His demeanor was no different from when he usually had to go to work.
