Mai Qiqi couldn't help but say, "How can you carry this thing with you? Are you ready to pick locks at any time?"
"Better safe than sorry," Wan Chu'er focused on picking the lock, and after a while, they heard a soft click as the lock opened.
She twisted the doorknob, opened the door, and Wan Chu'er and Mai Qiqi hurried inside, only to see Yu Zimu drawing intensely, oblivious to their intrusion.
Mai Qiqi looked at Wan Chu'er, "Could he have been drawing all day? Not even drinking water or going to the restroom?"
"It's possible." Wan Chu'er remembered how Yu Zimu was also deeply engrossed in drawing at the coffee shop.
Mai Qiqi walked over and knocked on Yu Zimu's desk.
Yu Zimu sluggishly paused his drawing and looked up at Mai Qiqi.
Mai Qiqi couldn't help but gasp, exclaimed, "Director Yu, do you not care about your eyes anymore? Don't you feel discomfort in your eyes? You should rest a bit."
