There's another meeting in a while, Chen Xun is really worried he might not be able to handle it.
"It's okay." Mu Jingnan closed his eyes, "Are the meeting materials ready?"
"Everything's prepared."
"Hmm, call me when it's time."
With that, he pretended to nap.
......
"Achoo!"
Another big sneeze.
Little Nuomi rubbed her nose, her little face full of unhappiness. She raised her head, her watery eyes looking at the man working, "Dad!"
Both angry and annoyed, ready to stamp her feet at any moment.
"What's wrong?" Mu Jingxi's eyes were still on the documents.
Little Nuomi slid off the sofa, pitter-pattering to his side, climbing onto his lap like a mischievous monkey.
Mu Jingxi had to put down the document, reaching out to steady her to prevent her from falling, "Little Nuomi, what's the matter?"
"Little Nuomi sneezed just now."
"Hmm, Dad heard it."
Little Nuomi puffed up her cheeks, speaking in a muffled voice, "Little Nuomi is sick!"
