She dared not study the message any longer for fear that Huo Yunting would return home soon. She deleted the message promptly. She closed the browser tab and went back to her work documents, but none of the numbers registered in her brain.
When Huo Yunting returned from the sanatorium, he saw her glued to her laptop on the sofa, staring intently at the screen.
He tiptoed over to her, curious to see what was taking so much of her attention.
When he reached behind her, he saw that she was actually reading a document, and she was scrolling slowly downward.
That meant that she was really reading it, and not just spacing out.
Huo Yunting briefly touched her tea cup and found it cold. His eyes flashed in annoyance.
"Working overtime during the weekend, eh? Should I praise your commitment to the company or your lack of efficiency to have to bring work home?"