The rest of the time, Yao Qing stayed at home browsing through materials and resumes.
It was as if she had entered a state of seclusion, oblivious to the outside world, with only Gu Qing bringing her food every day.
This routine was interrupted two weeks later on a Saturday.
Just after ending a call with Sang Yu, Yao Qing went to the living room for some water. She had barely taken a sip when she heard a knock at the door.
Glancing at the time, she assumed it was Gu Qing bringing her meal.
Without giving it much thought, she walked over and opened the door.
"I've been waiting for you for ages, why are you so late today... I'm starving to death, and those data were so complicated, I think it's no good without systematically studying them..."
Yao Qing's voice was lazy and her hair mussed as she ruffled it.
When she didn't get a reply, she turned her head to look.
She wouldn't have known if she hadn't looked, but with one glance, the glass in her hand almost slipped.
