The night deepened, but the woman's chilly voice continued without end.
In the outer room, the lights remained on.
The light sound of keys being pressed and paper being flipped, a decided sign of a sleepless night.
On the couch, Bai Jue was studying Quan Jingwu's medical report in detail, Jian Luo was dealing with documents sent from Jian Family headquarters. With Jian Qing being preoccupied, he naturally had to assist.
After finishing a call, Black Jack entered the room to see the two still up, he walked over quietly.
"Why aren't you two resting yet?"
"Can't sleep. I may as well deal with headquarters' documents." Jian Luo didn't lift his head, his eyes fixed on the screen as his long fingers tapped rapidly on the keyboard.
At this time, he wasn't in any shape to sleep. It was better to find some work to distract his attention.
Bai Jue put the file back into its bag, threw it on the table, and sjumped back, collapsing on the couch with a long sigh.
