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Huo Zhenyang's brows furrowed sharply, his tone alert and piercing as he fired the word, "Come in!"

The door creaked, and a corner of a pale-colored nightgown appeared.

Jiayi showed herself, slowly walking in like a grade-schooler caught in the act of wrongdoing, a bit timid to meet his gaze.

His brows relaxed, but then furrowed again as he asked sternly, "Why haven't you slept yet?"

"I saw you hadn't come over, so I thought you were lying to me," she fiddled with the corner of her soft nightgown.

Because of Boris and his daughter, a nearly whole night of gloom lifted in an instant. He squinted slightly, "So, when I was working in the office, you were in the bedroom with your eyes open all night?"

Had this woman forgotten that she hadn't yet recovered from her cold, having just taken her medicine?

"Not all night... I did doze off for a while," she noticed the displeasure in his eyes and brows.

They had just made up, and she didn't want to upset him again.