Duan Zimu asked with a smile, "Didn't sleep well?"
"It's alright," Mo Shangjun said casually, "A few laps will do me good."
This is indeed true.
The reason she's feeling restless and suppressed isn't just lack of sleep; it's also about being cooped up in the office all day without much chance for physical activity.
As long as she keeps a certain level of exercise, her mental state can be much better.
But unfortunately, it's really hard to even squeeze out some training time now.
She has to get through this period first.
"Need any help?" Duan Zimu said, "I'm not busy recently, just let me know whenever you need a hand."
Mo Shangjun, who was about to take a step forward, heard this and raised an eyebrow, then stepped back again.
She rolled her eyes.
Just as she was about to speak, she sensed someone standing behind her, an overhanging shadow blocking the scorching sun overhead, actually making her scalp feel a bit cool.
