mu yichen leaned back on his office chair dejectedly when he saw tang wulin leaving.
zhuo feng was right. they couldn't go on like this.
however, it wasn't that he didn't want to sleep, but ... he couldn't sleep!
as long as he thought of the little woman he treated with all his heart, but ignored his sincerity and rejected him several times, he would feel anxious.
the direct consequence of this was insomnia.
mu yichen saw the medicine bottle left behind by zhuo feng on the table. he hesitated for a moment before he reached out to take it.
during this period, he had tried some domestic sleeping pills, but they had no effect on him.
the bottle tan yueru had asked someone to bring over was imported, so it might be useful.
mu yichen poured out a pill, raised his head, and swallowed it.
after a few minutes, he started to feel sleepy.
he picked up the phone on the table and glanced at it. he hesitated for a moment and set it to silent mode.