"Mhm." Qiao Xiguan nodded. "Keep a close eye on every move Yu Luowei makes."
"Got it." Milk hurriedly nodded in agreement.
"Off you go," Qiao Xiguan said.
"Yes."
Qiao Xiguan watched Milk's retreating figure, then turned to look at her computer screen and started working.
Ever since she had handed the project over to Yu Luowei, she had a lot to do.
She cast her eyes down and quickly immersed herself in work.
Often, she felt that only while working could she quickly forget many things, the messy and complex affairs.
Qiao Xiguan's fingers kept tapping on the keyboard. Milk made her coffee, set it down, and silently left. Qiao Xiguan occasionally frowned, seemingly deep in thought, then after a moment of silence, resumed typing intently, her gaze fixed on the screen.
This went on until 11 a.m. when someone knocked on the door.
Without even a glance away, Qiao Xiguan said, "Come in."