"What's she doing?"
Wang Biao had just finished discussing Ni Bingyan's schedule for the following week with the film crew. When he got back to the RV, he saw her doing something unusual—cradling a laptop and slowly typing away.
Probably because she rarely used a computer, her typing wasn't much faster than the hunt-and-peck method. It made Wang Biao so antsy watching her! He wished he could just jump in and get it done for her in a few clicks.
Usually, Ni Bingyan was either taking notes for her studies, reading, practicing her calligraphy, or drawing. She never stared endlessly at a phone or tablet. As for games, he'd never seen her play any.
Honestly, if he hadn't caught her using a laptop today, Wang Biao would have assumed she didn't even own one.
After the incident where she'd secretly sold her paintings, he now paid extra attention anytime he saw Ni Bingyan do something out of the ordinary, afraid he might miss another dramatic event.
