Seeing Nan Zhubin behind him, Chonghui breathed a slight sigh of relief.
Nan Zhubin glanced at Chonghui and the phone in his hand, and asked, "Senior sister?"
Speaking of which, he hadn't really been in touch with Weng Pinting for a while.
Chonghui nodded and also looked at the coffee Nan Zhubin was holding. He didn't speak, but the meaning was clear: You have this, why come to the break room?
Nan Zhubin was busy with his own task: "The coffee's taste is too light, I wanted to add more..."
Chonghui hesitated to speak. He wanted to advise Nan Zhubin that drinking too much coffee might keep him awake, even during the day, but then he remembered that this junior's sleep quality seemed surprisingly good.
With his concentrated coffee in hand, Nan Zhubin returned to his workstation, grabbed the sorted materials, and knocked on Bai Qinghua's office door.
Knock, knock, knock—
"Teacher, it's me." Nan Zhubin called out.
"Come in!"
