Hong Kong, Hill Hotel.
"Really tired, been on the plane for so long, and then this happened." After taking a bath, An Lan wrapped herself in a bathrobe and lay comfortably on the bed. Originally, Wu Yu arranged two single rooms for Su Qingyu and An Lan, but Su Qingyu changed it to a double room for easier work-related communication.
"Get up and work." Su Qingyu gave An Lan a cold look and piled a stack of documents on the desk.
"Ah, let me rest a bit." An Lan complained.
"Stop fussing, get to it."
"Alright, fine, but let me put away the luggage first." An Lan pouted and reluctantly said, opening their suitcases to put the clothes in the wardrobe.
"Qingyu, how confident are you about this time?" An Lan asked while folding clothes.
"Fifty percent confident." Su Qingyu held up five fingers and waved at An Lan.
"Uh, that's as good as saying nothing." An Lan made a face, after folding some clothes, carried them in her hands, and walked toward the wardrobe.
