The next morning.
While working, Qiao Jing could constantly feel Zhan Nanqing's gaze burning into her side, unceasing and intense.
She furrowed her brows and reminded indifferently:
"Focus on your work."
The work at the research institute had to be treated with full concentration; any mistakes were not allowed.
Even if Zhan Nanqing was just assisting her, she needed to work diligently.
Zhan Nanqing then snapped out of it and reluctantly withdrew her gaze, sighing heavily.
Hearing Zhan Nanqing sigh, Qiao Jing looked at her with a puzzled expression and asked:
"What's wrong? Didn't I already help you solve it yesterday? Why the sigh?"
Zhan Nanqing sighed again deeply.
"Ah—I forgot to take a photo with you yesterday."
Last night she was so busy watching Qiao Jing, she completely forgot about taking photos.
Now that she thought about it, she was filled with regret. If only she had taken more photos to secretly admire on her own.
