Qiao Qiao's hand, which had yet to land on the doorknob, froze. She turned to Shao Jingmo and gave a blank reaction. "What do you mean?"
Shao Jingmo pursed his thin lips and stood in a straight line. He looked at Qiao Qiao in silence for a few seconds before saying in a low voice, "Efficiency."
Qiao Qiao almost misunderstood. When she heard efficiency, she understood again. She pouted and said, "If we're talking about efficiency, you can just get the laptop repairman to fix it. Isn't it more efficient? Why do you have to let me do it? It's not like you don't know me. I'll dawdle, and you'll be anxious."
Shao Jingmo chuckled. "So you know that you're dawdling."
Qiao Qiao choked. "I…"
Shao Jingmo said, "Then correct your bad habit and increase your efficiency."
Qiao Qiao pouted. "You've already taken over the family business. I don't have to inherit it. I'm all alone. Why should I be efficient?"