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After a busy day of work, as evening approached, Director Song dropped by Luo Yanqing's dormitory.
"Work is important, but so is your health."
Seeing that Luo Yanqing had opened the door to let him in, Director Song sat back down at the desk chair and resumed his writing and drawing. He couldn't help but comment.
"If you need to say something, just say it. I'm listening."
Luo Yanqing didn't stop what he was doing and responded casually.
"Can't you have a proper conversation with this old man?"
Director Song frowned, his tone clearly discontented with Luo Yanqing's attitude.
"Then sit for a while, wait until I'm done."
Having said that, Luo Yanqing ignored Director Song. By the time he put his pen down, nearly half an hour had passed. He had thought Director Song had left, but when he turned his head towards the bed, he found Director Song still sitting in the original spot, flipping through a newspaper.
