"Why don't you and our son go sightseeing around Yunzhong City for the next couple of days? I won't be staying with you," Wen Yuan said as soon as he returned, already making arrangements. He got his wife and child settled, then grabbed his laptop and disappeared into the room Shen Yibin had prepared for him to focus on his design work. Right now, his inspiration was like a floodgate bursting open—unstoppable. He wanted to get all the wonderful ideas pouring into his head down into design drafts in the shortest time possible; everything else could wait.
"Alright, but don't work too hard. Make sure you take care of yourself." Mrs. Wen seemed long accustomed to Wen Yuan's habits. She didn't try to persuade him otherwise, only offering a gentle reminder.
