When Summer Sutton originally came to his room, it was already past eight.
Now it's already eleven o'clock.
If the interview doesn't start soon, he might have to rest again soon.
Summer Sutton really couldn't wait any longer. As Watt Bennet finished a call and was about to make another, Summer Sutton, feeling a bit anxious, pressed down on the hand holding his phone, "Let's do the interview first! I've got all my questions ready. You just need to give me half an hour, and it'll be done quickly."
Afraid that Watt Bennet might think she was taking up too much of his time, Summer Sutton deliberately emphasized that she could finish quickly.
Now it's already the middle of the night; even if he doesn't rest later, Summer Sutton would be going back too late.
Watt Bennet turned his head and his gaze lingered on her hand for a few seconds.
Summer Sutton still didn't intend to let go of her hand, her look filled with a plea as she watched him.
