"Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong..."
Fang Qing, who had just finished washing up, opened the door.
"Where is she?" Boss Jiang asked, standing at the door.
"Still sleeping."
"Still sleeping?"
"Have you even looked at the time?" Fang Qing turned around and walked back inside.
"It should be past eight-thirty by now, haven't they been sharing beds for too long and chatted all night?" Jiang Chen came inside and closed the door.
For some reason, Fang Qing's cheeks felt a bit warm hearing that, but fortunately, she was facing away so someone couldn't see.
"She should be fine, right?" Jiang Chen glanced at the bedroom; of course, the door was closed.
"Lively as ever, talking to herself until midnight." Fang Qing sat down on the sofa, looking exhausted as if she hadn't rested well.
Jiang Chen chuckled and teasingly said, "I said you could rent her another room, and it's not like I won't reimburse you."
"Do you know the US Army stationed in Japan?"
Fang Qing looked over.
