Yao Qing thought that the documents left on the computer were likely needed too.
She was too lazy to go back and fetch them, so she simply picked up those documents as well.
The documents were somewhat scattered and needed to be organized.
She yawned, took a folder from one side, and carelessly stuffed the documents into it.
At the time of filing the documents, she really just wanted to file them.
However, when her gaze touched upon the content of the documents, her actions suddenly hesitated.
It was a personal profile, belonging to a woman.
Not hers.
...
As she pushed the door to the master bedroom open once more, Yu Yanshen had already gotten up from the tatami.
Somehow, he had taken off his bathrobe and put on a gray knitted sweater as lounge wear.
Yao Qing was taken aback for a moment at the person who usually dressed impeccably in suits, suddenly switching styles, before she walked in.
"Here." She casually placed the computer on a side table.
