Sometimes, after a nap, the boss's so-called "document processing" still wasn't finished. If an outsider saw it, they'd think he was handling something of world-shattering importance.
It was truly special treatment.
Xiaobai was restless; being this quiet wasn't his style, so every time the boss called him to the study, it was his biggest headache. But after all these years, he had gotten used to it. Although he always stayed for a long time, he never felt like he'd been there for very long when he left.
It was a very strange thing indeed.
Mo Xiaobai took off his shoes, stacked the cushions, and lay down comfortably. The boss's study sofa was so comfortable, neither too soft nor too firm—perfect for sleeping. Mo Xiaobai read for a while, then yawned wearily.
