She knew that if it was just that document, he could have easily asked the secretary to send it over; he must have come back specifically to finish dealing with it.
With that delay, two hours had passed.
The office was uncomfortably quiet, until the pen in Ye Ranran's hand fell to the ground.
Since that severe injury, Ye Ranran's hands couldn't handle heavy objects, nor could they actively move for long periods; she couldn't even hold a pen.
She bent down to pick it up, but a hand was quicker than hers.
"Tired?" Jun Mochan handed her the pen.
"Mmh, a bit." Ye Ranran took the pen with her left hand, her expression casual, her eyes barely showing any fluctuation.
She had caused the incident, so naturally, she had to bear the consequences. Why feel sad and make Jun Mochan feel bad as well?
"Wait for me to tidy up, and then we can leave," Jun Mochan shut down the computer.
He didn't like others touching his desk, so he always cleaned it up himself.
