As usual, the maid entered the boss's study with cleaning tools in hand.
In fact, the club's peculiarities make dust accumulation unlikely—even in the far-off future, a thin layer of dust will never settle here.
She just got into the habit of doing certain things.
But today, Luo Qiu was in the study... the maid did not notice the master's presence—this situation could only be that her master intended it to be so.
Sitting in the chair, Luo Qiu leaned back naturally, allowing its weight to support him as it automatically reclined. With his eyes closed, he seemed asleep or lost in thought.
The door had already made noise, something the maid couldn't control—because she didn't know her master was in the study beforehand.
"I was just thinking about something and didn't want to be disturbed," Luo Qiu slowly opened his eyes and smiled faintly, "Every time I come back, there's a bit more noise; it's not as quiet as it used to be."
