When Lin Fan pushed open the door to East Cross Court.
The lights in the study were brightly lit.
Ning Mengyao was sitting at the desk wearing glasses.
She was flipping through a thick stack of materials.
Eating at someone's place, staying at someone's place.
He couldn't just pretend not to see.
"Working overtime so late, it seems the president's salary really isn't easy to earn,"
Lin Fan said with a smile as he pushed open the door and walked into the study.
"You think everyone's as carefree as you, sneaking out of work? I'm warning you, if you keep this up, I'll mark you down for absenteeism,"
Ning Mengyao said, taking off her glasses and rubbing the bridge of her nose.
Continuous work had indeed made her feel exhausted.
