His tone now was like that of a husband speaking to his wife.
"Yao, remember to eat on time! Don't stay up late, work can wait until daytime, okay?" Xia Qingqian really felt distressed seeing him work so hard! If only she could be by his side, how great would that be!
At the very least, she could cook some millet porridge for him and stay up late with him.
"Hmm, nothing's wrong, I'll hang up first." His indifferent tone resounded again, followed by the sound of a busy signal.
Xia Qingqian stared dazedly at her phone, at the screen showing a call duration of five minutes. She had an indescribable feeling, a mix of joy and worry, imagining Beitang Yao's desk piled high with thick documents, each one requiring his personal review and signature.
Beside the computer, there was a cup of black coffee, cold.
Thinking of this, Xia Qingqian's heart tightened inexplicably. He still didn't know how to take care of himself!
