"What's wrong?" Qin Jian stopped in his tracks and looked back at him.
"Have you not slept in hours?" Yan Ye asked, noticing his extremely exhausted eyes.
"I just slept," Qin Jian stretched and expanded his chest, "Indeed, when you're extremely tired, the sleep is very sweet."
How could Yan Ye not notice?
The fatigue still apparent on his face after just waking up proved that he did not get sufficient rest.
"Don't push yourself too hard," Yan Ye said as he reached into his chest pocket and pulled out an envelope, handing it to Qin Jian, "Take a look, it's for you."
"From An Hao, given to you to give to me?" Qin Jian guessed instantly.
