Ten minutes later.
Lin Qian rested her chin on her hand, glued her eyes to the screen, seemingly preoccupied and focused.
Her ears were, however, involuntarily listening for any sound stirring in the room next door.
The sound of her boss standing up, pacing around the room. The sound of him sitting down again, typing on his keyboard. Rustling sounds… him flipping through some documents…
Everything sounded normal, very productive even. Not a trace of frustration nor sudden change in emotion, common symptoms in a lovesick person.
Lin Qian breathed a sigh of relief.
On second thought, she was definitely worrying for no reason! People like him must be good at controlling their emotions and feelings. Or perhaps, even though unrequited in love, romance for him in general was not a priority. One could figure this out from another specimen his species, Lin Mochen.
