Half of the document was pulled out, but without reading the words, it was stuffed back again.
Mo Tingshen placed the document on Bo Yanching's bedside table, glanced at it briefly, realized he no longer had a place there, and decided to leave.
The next morning when he returned, Bo Yanching was already awake, leaning against the headboard and holding the item he'd withdrawn from the document bag.
"Knock knock."
Mo Tingshen leaned against the door, knocked twice symbolically.
He was carrying breakfast packed by the hotel, placed it on the side table, then pushed it to the bedside, and took a bowl and spoon to serve porridge.
Glancing at what Bo Yanching was holding, "Last night I almost couldn't resist taking a peek, what is it?"
Bo Yanching's complexion wasn't good; he had just undergone surgery, with little color in his face, yet the bloodshot eyes didn't seem due to post-surgery fatigue.
