"Your phone? It's on the bed, what's wrong?" Qin Ze replied, looking puzzled.
"On the bed?" Liu Mou was shocked and stood up, staring at Qin Ze in disbelief before looking down at his own sleeping area, a sense of unease crossing his heart, "Damn, why am I on the floor? Shouldn't I be on the bed?"
"I don't know, but when I woke up, I didn't notice and stepped on you. I just want to know if you're alright now," Qin Ze said with concern, patting Liu Mou on the shoulder, "I heard you left work last night after eight; what happened? Do you need any help? Just let me know if you need my assistance," Qin Ze cheerfully said.
Liu Mou took a deep breath and looked at Qin Ze. After half a month, Liu Mou had become somewhat familiar with him. Qin Ze was good-looking, articulate, and had excellent interpersonal skills, unlike Liu Mou, who could barely count two or three friends in the restaurant, far less than Qin Ze.
