I frowned, wondering if I had somehow offended this little ancestor. Once I sat down and saw Lin Xiaoyi's dark eye circles, I instantly understood.
Lin Xiaoyi glared at me, then collapsed onto the desk. Seeing Lin Xiaoyi looking more resentful than a ghost, I felt like even breathing was a mistake.
Fortunately, the appearance of Qian Zhirou helped break the deadlock. She leaned against the door, her eyes slightly amused, "Xiaoyi stayed up all night yesterday, personally overseeing the workshop, afraid that even the slightest thing might go wrong."
I scratched my head, took a moment to think, and then asked, "So are you watching over it tonight?"
My question successfully turned Qian Zhirou's face dark, too. She rolled her eyes, tossed a stack of documents at me, then walked out on her towering heels with a clatter.
