Qiao Qiao sat there, sending an email, as if she hadn't heard anything.
Zhao Xiaoman gently nudged Qiao Qiao.
Qiao Qiao turned around and looked at Zhao Xiaoman.
That look!
Zhao Xiaoman got goosebumps all over her body, "Qiao Qiao, it's the middle of the night, don't be so scary, alright?"
Qiao Qiao looked at Zhao Xiaoman, her mind a haze, and suddenly snapped awake.
Zhao Xiaoman clearly saw her expression normalize, but just now—
Her fingers trembled slightly, "Qiao... Qiao Qiao, you... what was going on with you just now?"
Qiao Qiao looked at Zhao Xiaoman, "What happened just now?"
Zhao Xiaoman, "Why... why are you sending emails in the middle of the night? To whom?"
Qiao Qiao, "..."
She was stunned.
Was she sending an email?
A few seconds later, coming to her senses, she found herself sitting in Zhao Xiaoman's chair.
Looking again at her laptop, the screen was on, and an email had just been sent.
She tried to click on it, but the account no longer existed!
