Han Jingnian, like a robot under someone's control, abruptly halted his motion of slamming the keyboard downwards.
With a blank expression on his face, he froze for two seconds while still holding the keyboard, then put the keyboard aside on a stack of thick files, and then he stood up, pretending to need a break from sitting for too long. He stood in front of his desk, continuing his pretend typing on the keyboard.
Quick to react, Xia Wan'an didn't notice anything unusual. She yawned softly and asked in a low voice, "Can I come in?"
Han Jingnian remained silent.
"I'll count to three. If you don't speak, I'll take it as a yes... three, two, one..." Xia Wan'an opened the door wider and made her way to Han Jingnian's side, hands held behind her back.
There wasn't a hint of a reaction on Han Jingnian's face, his gaze never leaving the computer screen.