After a three-second silence, Jiang Qingli sent a question mark.
Ye Linyuan: [?]
Jiang Qingli rolled over and typed on her terminal: [Something up?]
A preemptive strike.
The person on the other end was silent for a few seconds before replying: [Sort of.]
'He really needs something from me?'
Her curiosity piqued, Jiang Qingli asked: [What is it?]
The instant she sent her message, a new one from Ye Linyuan appeared: [Open the door.]
Jiang Qingli's breath caught, and her heart began to pound.
'Ye Linyuan is at my door right now?'
'The military district's security is so tight, not even a fly can get in or out. How did Ye Linyuan get here?'
'Forget how he got here. The more pressing problem is that I'm in Xie Youchen's room right now.'
'If I open the door, we'll be face-to-face, and I'll have to see that infuriatingly smug look on his face again.'
