"Zimo?"
She called out to him puzzledly, but Leng Zimo made no response.
A playful thought arose in her heart, and Luo Xiaoqian took off the slippers from her feet, tiptoed over to his side, and gently tapped his shoulder with her hand.
Leng Zimo was startled and turned around abruptly.
"Ha…" Luo Xiaoqian laughed and pounced on him, looping her arms around his neck, "What are you looking at so intently?"
Without waiting for his reply, her gaze fixed on his face with concern.
"What's wrong? Did something happen at the company?"
His eyes were bloodshot, and a noticeable blue stubble covered his cheeks, making him look utterly dejected—a sight of Leng Zimo she had never seen before.
Everything had been fine yesterday, and now suddenly like this, she naturally assumed that there could be trouble at the company.
Seeing the worried face of Luo Xiaoqian before him, Leng Zimo's heart felt incredibly heavy.
"Zimo?"
