Chapter 400 - Chapter 400: Chapter 257: Hugging Silk, I Am the Fighter Jet Among the Top-Tier! (5000-Word Chapter)_2 (2/2)

Lin Chuan took a sip of tea and wiped his forehead, which wasn’t sweaty, just a bit oily from facing the computer.

At five in the morning.

The sky outside had transitioned from a profound blue-purple to a blue-gray, slowly brightening.

In the south, friends who often stay up late know that around five or six o’clock in the morning, the sky quickly begins to lighten.

Sometimes, when the game starts, it’s still dark.

By the time the game ends, it’s light outside!

The Anling River flowed smoothly, with faint clouds lingering on the distant mountains, a tender dawn softly brushed across the horizon, and the street lamps were extinguished.

Day and night, the changeover.

The first rays of sunlight penetrated the sparse clouds, casting onto the moist ground, the golden glow reflecting off the remaining droplets, dazzlingly brilliant, pedestrians and vehicles started to increase gradually, and the noise of the city rose along with it.

Lin Chuan directly dialed Xia Qingqing’s phone—

“Qingqing, I have some documents here that I need you to help me review.”

On the other end.

Xia Qingqing was still lazily sleeping in Shen Qianqian’s bed, groggily she answered the call, and upon hearing Lin Chuan’s voice, she muttered, “A few documents? No problem, I’ll get up and come over.”

“You guys haven’t gotten up yet?” Lin Chuan casually asked.

“You see what time it is now, it’s only six-thirty, you call this early, I thought it was an emergency at work!” Xia Qingqing uttered disdainfully.

“This call can count toward your performance!” Lin Chuan said with a laugh.

“Performance?”

Suddenly, another voice entered Lin Chuan’s ears, Shen Qianqian’s voice, sleepy and yet surprised.

“I’ve made a significant discovery but I’m short of people. If this goes well, we should be able to get a substantial bonus!” Lin Chuan rattled on.

In the phone, the rustling sounds of Shen Qianqian and Xia Qingqing getting out of bed could already be heard.

“Have you had breakfast?” Xia Qingqing nonchalantly asked.

“Not yet.”

“I’ll bring some for you and Qianqian.”

“Xinxin hasn’t eaten either,” Lin Chuan said sheepishly.

“Don’t worry, we won’t forget about Xinxin,” Xia Qingqing said with a laugh.

“See you at the office.”

Afterward, the two policewomen, whether for Lin Chuan or for their performance, moved quickly, arriving at Falcon Technology Company by seven o’clock.

Lin Chuan and Xinxin were already waiting at the company.

Shen Qianqian and Xia Qingqing were two people Lin Chuan trusted greatly, so he confidently handed over some of the Morgan Group’s documents for their review.

“Conpoy and shrimp congee for you, and also a pumpkin millet porridge for Xinxin,” Xia Qingqing, carrying two breakfasts, handed them to Lin Chuan upon entering the company.

She sported a high ponytail, wore tight jeans, a black jacket on top—simple and capable, highlighting her tall figure and pure temperament.

“Thanks.”

Lin Chuan took the breakfast, smiling.

“I and Qianqian, we’re almost becoming your slaves,” Xia Qingqing said with a smile, half-complaining.