It’s Likely Someone From Your Qiao Family
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Qiao Mianmian saw him open his laptop and wanted to say "Why are you on your laptop now if you aren't that busy?"
But she chose not to say it, anyway.
She felt that it was so tough being the boss sometimes.
Especially the bosses of big companies, just like Mo Yesi.
He had to attend to work matters even during lunch.
Since he was so busy, she didn't want to disturb him either. She got a drink and watched him work.
The man's slender fingers tapped on the keyboard rapidly. It was so quick, Qiao Mianmian couldn't even tell what was typing.
Those ten long fingers were like mini galloping horses.
A few minutes later.
The man suddenly stopped typing and closed his laptop. He placed it aside.
Qiao Mianmian blinked in some confusion. "You're done?"
Mo Yesi looked up. "Mm."
He took a sip of the lemon-infused water and said casually, "I checked it out."
Qiao Mianmian: "Mm?"