Xia Wan'an, who was in a burst of inspiration, was fully engrossed in her computer screen when suddenly a knock at her office door interrupted her.
Without breaking her rhythm or taking her eyes off the screen, she distractedly called out, "Come in."
The office door opened, and Fan Ming walked in, "Director Xia, you haven't left work yet?"
Xia Wan'an clicked the mouse for a while before she raised her head and glanced at Fan Ming who had just entered, "Mm, I'm working on something."
After a pause, Xia Wan'an opened her mouth to ask, "What's up? Do you need anything?"
"No, I just finished today's work and was preparing to leave when I noticed your office light was still on, so I came in to check..." Fan Ming scratched his head with an innocent look.
"Today is an exception, I happen to have some extra work…" Xia Wan'an thought of his wound and her face changed to a look of concern. "Speaking of which, Fan Ming, how's your wound?"
