Looking at the light-off window of Li Nanheng's room, Feng Ling stood downstairs for a long time. After making sure that the light wouldn't come on again and that he was really asleep, she turned around with the files in her hand. However, she didn't believe he went to bed so early, she looked back from time to time while walking, but the room didn't light up again.
Could it be that he didn't sleep well these days because of Mr. Li's sickness? So he rested early when he went back to the base today.
It was so late that it was improper for her to knock on his door. Even if she got his signature now, she couldn't leave the base at night but would have to wait until tomorrow morning.
Besides, the door of his room was not so easy to knock on. In the past, every time she entered his room, she would suffer a big loss before leaving.
Feng Ling returned to the guest room upstairs in the base hall.