Jiang Qiuqiu looked at him, too.
This was the first time she had seen Mo Si in a sea-blue military uniform. The highly saturated color made his skin seem fairer and his eyes deeper. Perhaps due to a lack of sleep, there were faint dark circles around his eyes.
The slight haggardness diminished much of the 'youthful and soft' feeling about him, replacing it with a sharper aura.
"Are your meetings over?"
"They're over." Mo Si hummed in affirmation. "I was in meetings the whole time and didn't see your message. I only saw it when I got back."
"Oh, well—"
"Why weren't you asleep so late?" Mo Si looked at her, his brow furrowing slightly. "It was 2 AM, and you still weren't resting?"
"…"
"Didn't your company's annual party end at eleven yesterday?" he asked. "What were you doing so late, Qiuqiu?"
Even if Jiang Qiuqiu wracked her brain, she never would have imagined that she'd end up feeling like the villain twice in a single day.
