At the door, she encountered another department's manager coming up to report on work.
Ye Xinyu exchanged pleasantries with the person for a moment and naturally followed inside.
Bo Yanching leaned against his desk, holding a document and reading it with his head down. Hearing footsteps, he glanced up casually.
"You're here?"
He flipped to the next page, "Go ahead, I'm listening."
The finance manager stepped forward, about to speak, when the phone on the desk rang. Bo Yanching glanced at it, set down the document right away, and gestured for them to be quiet before answering it.
"Awake?"
Ye Xinyu's eyelids twitched.
She had never seen Bo Yanching speak so tenderly to someone, even his brows and eyes softened.
His deep voice was laced with coaxing, "I didn't wake you; I wanted you to sleep more. Breakfast is kept warm on the dining table. You can eat it any time; it's hot. No rush, take your time to wash up. There are new toothbrushes and towels in the bathroom."