Ling Xiang Nan chuckled, "I took the medicine early, it's still early now, this doesn't count as staying up late."
After resting for the whole day and taking medicine, Ling Xiang Nan's cold symptoms had significantly alleviated, and his voice also sounded much clearer.
"It's still early at 10:30?" Ling Fei forcibly gathered the documents on the coffee table and helped her father to his room.
After watching her father fall asleep, Ling Fei returned to her room satisfied.
Standing in front of the grand and luxurious floor-to-ceiling windows of the presidential suite, looking at the pitch-black night sky, Ling Fei had no desire to sleep for a long time.
The room was silent with only her in it.
It was incredibly quiet.