She lifts her small head, pitifully glancing towards the door, then looks at her motionless dad standing at the door like a door god.
She droops her head and nonchalantly says, "Goodnight, daddy," then turns and heads back to her room.
The next morning.
Ye Xinluo had protested to Beichen Rui more than ten times before he finally agreed to let her come to work at the company. Dragging her somewhat heavy body, she sat down in her chair.
She picked up the warm water she had just poured to moisten her throat, took a deep breath, and then began to work.
Maybe because her cold hadn't completely recovered, not even two hours had passed when she felt her throat becoming extremely dry. So she put down the document she was holding, grabbed her cup, and went to the pantry.
After gulping down two large cups, she finally felt her throat was a little better.
Coming out of the pantry, she saw a man in a black suit walking toward her from a distance, appearing travel-worn.
