Wu Qiangwei was a light sleeper, and it was naptime again.
When the office door was pushed open, the hinges creaked.
She furrowed her brows and opened her eyes, feeling a bit irritable.
Upon seeing what Song Guanchao was holding, she was momentarily taken aback.
Song Guanchao walked over, set up a folding lounge chair beside her, laid down a blanket, and said with a naive smile, "Secretary, sleeping on this during the nap is more comfortable than the sofa."
Wu Qiangwei suddenly felt like laughing; she found this man quite amusing.
When faced with Li Fuhai's schemes, he had been ruthless, leaving no room for mercy.
To extricate himself from the predicament, he had risked remaining on the sidelines for life, bringing his pledge of allegiance to her and fighting for a slim chance of survival.
But now, he was grinning foolishly, making such a childish gesture.
She suppressed her smile and said sternly, "I prefer sitting when I rest."
"This way, you might strain your neck."
