The suite was simple and very luxurious, with a small study room. The door of the study was open. Jiang Ruolan carefully walked over and peeked inside. There was a laptop on the table and Xian Zihao's slender fingers were rapidly tapping on the laptop's keyboard.
There were also several documents laid on the table.
Jiang Ruolan stood behind the door and watched him work. Unknowingly, she became entranced. She suddenly felt grateful to be his wife. Just imagine how many women were trying to be in her position right now but too bad, the man already belongs to her.
Even though he did not look up, Xian Zihao still knew who was hiding behind the door. Without raising his head, he asked, "Why are you standing there in a daze? Are you awake?"
