The pork ribs and corn soup was deliciously fragrant, and Bao Ye rarely finished the whole bowl.
He wiped his lips with a napkin, stood up, and walked upstairs, but instead of heading to the bedroom, he went to the study.
The company has been busy recently, and Bao Ye is renowned in Beijing for being a workaholic; in his heart, his career always comes first.
Soon, the cold sound of typing on the keyboard echoed, as he worked with a cold expression, his brow full of strategic planning.
Each decision was made sharply and swiftly.
Catching people off guard.
Tonight, who knows how many managers in front of their computers will have sleepless nights.
By the time Bao Ye finished his work, it was already one in the morning.
The study was excessively quiet, he removed his anti-radiation glasses, rubbed his tired nose bridge with his fingertips, his eyes filled with a complex web of red veins.
He glanced at the time.
At this hour, she should be asleep, right?
