After a dozen minutes or so, Qiao Mo finally finished her cuddle with Fu Nancheng.
When she returned to the bedroom, she twisted the doorknob a few times, but the door seemed to be locked and wouldn't open.
Qiao Mo didn't think much of it and knocked: "Qianxun... I forgot to take the key... could you open the door for me?"
Soon, the door was opened by someone.
Qiao Mo said with some embarrassment: "The door was clearly open when I left. I don't know how it got locked. Sorry to trouble you."
Yu Qianxun chuckled softly and closed the door again: "It must have been the wind. You were busy on the phone and didn't notice."
"How are your design drafts coming along? Have you finalized them?" Qiao Mo stretched and asked.
These past few days, she's been hunched over the computer and drawing paper, her neck and body aching all over, but the deadline is really tight, leaving no option but to push through.
