By the afternoon, He Jingyao's high fever was completely gone.
Adam came over from the company with a pile of documents for He Jingyao, but while he was reporting to He Jingyao, he received countless stares from Zhixi, resulting in him leaving with a forehead full of cold sweat.
In the study, He Jingyao was reviewing the documents. He had simply thrown on a robe, the dark blue checkered pattern softening his sharp demeanor a bit. As he flipped through the pages, he appeared somewhat more gentle.
After lulling her son to a napping slumber, Zhixi headed to the study to find him, and upon seeing this scene, she snatched the documents from his hands with vexation, "You're not fully recovered yet, go rest. You are not allowed to look at the documents."
He laughed softly, reaching out to pull her into his arms, his voice lazy, "Alright, then will you read them to me?"
Zhixi hesitated for a moment before nodding, "That might be good."
