Ever since Huo Zhenyang taught her how to read financial statements, she applied the knowledge actively. She had the store manager send over the financial statements of the past few months and went through them all.
Unconsciously, the night deepened.
The door was pushed open.
Footsteps approached, and before she could lift her head from the computer screen, a deep, magnetic male voice floated over: "Haven't gone to bed yet?"
She instinctively stuck out her tongue and quickly shut her laptop. It was almost midnight; this man would probably nag again upon seeing her still awake.
As expected, his slightly tired handsome face showed a bit of dissatisfaction. He set the laptop aside, his voice clearly unhappy: "Even Zaizai knows to sleep early when sick."
She watched him standing by the bed, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, getting ready for bed.
