C238 Analyze

Night came.

"Yihan, it's time to eat."

Hu Yiming put the dishes on the table and hurried towards the bedroom.

Since there was no answer, he could only go over himself.

The person in the room was holding a lamp and working hard. From time to time, he would use a ballpoint pen to scratch his hair.

A pile of documents was spread out on the table, indicating Yue Yihan's current headache