Raindrops pattered against the window, making the silence around them feel deeper.
The back of Yang Bin's head ached slightly, and he tried to stay alert.
After some time, Yang Bin covered his mouth and yawned. Sun Binghe's voice came from behind him. "You holding up?"
"Yeah." Yang Bin hit Enter. "Weren't you playing on your phone? Go to bed if you're tired. No need to wait for me."
"I'm not tired, but you look like you're about to fall asleep." Sun Binghe leaned down, his breath hot and distinct against Yang Bin's right ear. "Let me see... There isn't much left. Move over. I'll do it."
"You can't." Yang Bin's tone was languid. "I've been handling this project from the start. You only know the broad strokes. You'd have to go back over everything to sort out the rest."
But Sun Binghe said with certainty, "No need. I've already looked it over."
Yang Bin asked, "When?"
"None of your business."
For an instant, Sun Binghe looked a little awkward. Yang Bin was close enough to catch it clearly. At that moment, the alcohol seemed to grant him divine insight, and he had a feeling: because he was the one handling it, this man had probably analyzed it in secret already, just to make absolutely sure nothing went wrong.
Yang Bin said mildly, "Even if I messed it up, President Chu wouldn't say anything."
"I can count the number of times you've failed on one hand."
Yang Bin asked, "Then why are you still worried?"
Sun Binghe's hand froze on the mouse.
The amusement in Yang Bin's eyes deepened. "You really do have energy to spare, day in, day out."
Sun Binghe was getting annoyed with him. "Hurry up and move."
Yang Bin shook his head lightly. "No."
"How am