Chapter 120 The problem lies in Factory One

It was getting late at night. Nora was packing up in her room when she suddenly heard a cough. She looked up and saw Asher standing at the door of her room. He was leaning against the door frame in a white night-robe. He looked less indifferent and aloof than before and was more leisurely and amiable. Nora was stunned for a moment by Asher like this. Seeing Nora's eyes fall on him, Asher smiled softly, "How do I look?" "Asher, when did you come over?" Nora returned to her senses and cleared her throat somewhat awkwardly. Asher straightened his slender and upright body and stepped towards Nora, "Have you finished packing up?" "Yes." Nora nodded her head. There was not much to be packed but just some daily necessities. "Get up early tomorrow." Asher said. Nora put all the bags into her suitcase and said, "Okay." Just then, Asher's cell phone rang. He took it out and saw that it was Jones, the head of the French branch factory, calling. Asher picked up the phone, "Jones, wha