Listening to Qiu Tu's words and watching his dashing figure, Tan Huimin was momentarily stunned.
Arrange and order?
What needed cleaning? What was there to arrange?
Weren't the items in the lounge already well-equipped? And it wasn't messy either.
Thinking this way, Tan Huimin couldn't help but look inside the door.
The next second, shock was written all over her fair, oval-shaped face.
Eh? Where was her and Qiu Tu's bed?
That big bed?
Why had it disappeared?
How could her boss have rested for half a day and then... the bed was rested away too...
Meanwhile, as Tan Huimin was thinking this,
Qiu Tu had already left his 12th-floor private office, heading straight for the medical department on the 11th floor.
Since the work day had finished, there were not many people left in the medical department when Qiu Tu arrived.
Qiu Tu didn't seem to mind, and he directly picked up the communicator to make a call to the head of the medical department.
