"People are most vulnerable when they're sick, Lin Yan, what are you thinking? Letting Lu Chenyuan be with his beautiful secretary, are you crazy! Aren't you afraid that woman might take advantage of the situation?"
After finishing her tasks, Lin Yan called Zhou Xiaoyue to chat casually about this matter. She was quite surprised that Zhou Xiaoyue was still awake at this hour.
Lin Yan lay on the office sofa, exhausted and limp.
"What can I do? These days have been hectic, almost going blind reviewing contracts, and running to the site, with all sorts of messy interviews. The situation doesn't allow me to go out, why haven't you slept yet? Did my message wake you up?"
Lin Yan looked at her watch; it was already half past twelve.
"I just finished, the two kids are asleep, Kiki made a mess at home, and I need to tidy up." Zhou Xiaoyue pressed the reservation button on the rice cooker, preparing for tomorrow's eight-treasure porridge.
