She slowly walked to the adjacent workstation and surprisingly discovered that Old Man Jiang had fallen asleep reclining in his chair.
Steam was still rising from the tea in the thermos on his desk, indicating that he had just fallen asleep.
Originally prepared for an extensive discourse, Jiang Shuyao pondered for a moment, her gaze landing on the A4 paper and the signing pen in front of the printer.
In the early autumn of October, a chill was beginning to rise.
When Tan Qian entered the office, worried that the old professor might catch a cold, he gently nudged his shoulder to wake him.
Old Man Jiang woke up in a daze, glanced at the time on his wrist, hastily grabbed his coat, and stood up from his chair, "Oh dear, look at this… how did I end up asleep? I'll get scolded when I get back. That youngster really drove me mad."
As a bona fide native of Rong City, fearing one's wife is also not an exception, even for someone of Professor Jiang's stature.
