Ashton was sitting on the couch, darting his eyes between the screen of his laptop on the table and the paper in his hand.
When the strain in his eyes was too much, he closed his eyes and pinched his glabella.
He leaned back on the headrest of the sofa and looked up at the ceiling.
The edge of his lips curled into a smile, remembering last night's occurrence.
How he wished Phoenix would come again to see him at the office, but remembering what Phoenix was currently doing, the smile fell from his face.
His eyes looked at the clock on the wall, and he clicked his tongue in annoyance.
'She must be having dinner with that business associate of hers,' Ashton snorted.
"Mr Qin, are you tired? Do you want me to massage your shoulder?" Lia, who was inside the room with Ashton, asked.
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