At night, the hospital arranged an accompanying bed for Qiao An.
It was separated from Huo Xiaoran's bed by a curtain.
Qiao An sat on the bed and took out her phone to start the day's coding task.
Her phone would make her slightly slower at typing. Without a laptop, Qiao An could only complete the day's manuscript this way.
The capacitor pen tapped on the phone screen with a frequent empty sound.
Huo Xiaoran looked at the blue light outside the curtain and the endless tapping sound. He couldn't help but roar, "Chen Sisi, can you stop?"
Then, he rudely pulled open the curtain.
Qiao An stared at him blankly and stammered, "CEO, did I disturb your sleep?"
"What are you doing?" Huo Xiaoran's gaze landed on her phone screen. He could vaguely see the dense words and widened his eyes in surprise.
"Are you writing a small essay?"
