She was just about to reply to the message when the door opened.
The handsome man walked in from the darkness outside, his long fingers unhooking the tie around his neck, his profound eyebrows hinting at a trace of fatigue, his voice hoarse as he asked, "Not used to the new place? Can't sleep?"
"No, it's just that I was reading and lost track of time." Rong Yan sat up from the bed, waving the book in her hand, "The book I'm reading."
Li Shengxiao seemed to flash a moment of discomfiture at the sight of the book she was holding, and said casually, "Those were just some notes I scribbled when I first took over the company. You don't need to read them; if you want, I'll have Gu Ming buy you a new one."
"I like the ones with annotations," Rong Yan said, clutching the book as if a precious treasure, as if afraid he would take it away.
"I won't take it."
