"No, work really is very busy."
Bai Zhi picked up the bowl again, stirred the porridge, and fed it to his lips.
"I know you're busy with work, but you can't go on like this day and night; I've heard from your brother that you haven't been home for several days."
Duan Xingzhi drank two sips of porridge and said, "I can rest in the inner office."
Hearing his words, Bai Zhi felt a bit upset, but this anger was based on her care for him.
However, no matter how angry she was, she had no standing to reprimand him.
She said nothing more, and Duan Xingzhi didn't have any intention of speaking further. After he finished the bowl of porridge, Bai Zhi wanted to help him lie down.
"No need, just sit for a while."
"Alright." Bai Zhi sat down too, feeling inexplicably flustered and nervous as though she had returned to the time before they were together, cautiously guessing his thoughts.
