She hesitated for a moment, then gently pushed the door open; there was no one at the desk.
On the sofa, Leng Zimo lay back, eyes tightly shut, before him on the coffee table, the coffee had gone cold, his feet surrounded by documents scattered on the floor.
It seemed he had intended to review the documents while having his coffee, but in the end, he fell asleep.
Thinking back, he probably didn't sleep at all last night.
Preparing materials for her, arranging everything, even buying her breakfast, taking her shopping for clothes...
Seeing the man who always seemed to be full of vitality, never showing signs of fatigue, sleeping on the sofa, Luo Xiaoqian's heart was suddenly filled with an inexplicable emotion.
She tiptoed forward, mindful of the sound her high heels made, Luo Xiaoqian paused, then carefully took off her shoes, and walked barefoot into the inner rest room, where she took a blanket from the bed and carefully covered him with it.
