Zhan Qipei was still sitting at the desk, the screen of his laptop glowing, with a stack of documents beside him.
Qiao Jing could see the man's tightly furrowed brows and the deep fatigue on his face.
She thought about how if she hadn't gotten up in the middle of the night and encountered him, Zhan Qipei would have to get up early to make breakfast the next morning.
Calculating carefully, Zhan Qipei could only sleep for six hours.
Her eyes lowered, just as she was about to go in and ask about the situation, the man started to move.
Zhan Qipei stood up, holding a cup, ready to grind another cup of coffee with the machine.
As he turned around, he saw Qiao Jing standing at the doorway.
His movement paused, and he immediately put the cup back on the table and quickly came to Qiao Jing's side.
"What's wrong? Did I wake you up?"
When Qiao Jing heard Zhan Qipei's hoarse voice, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she smelled the strong scent of coffee on him.