Zhuo Junyue looked down at those jade-like fingers, reaching out to hold them. "Wife, just saying thanks feels a bit too simple, doesn't it?"
Su Ningyan knew what he was thinking, but there was something she had to discuss with him.
"Husband, since there's nothing much to do at home, do you agree with me going back to work?"
The kids were at school now, so there was no need for her to worry about them.
Staying cooped up at home every day was way too boring for Ningyan.
Zhuo Junyue turned around, holding her hand, "Do you really want to work with me?"
Ningyan nodded, "Of course I do, and I can watch over your lunch at noon, too."
Zhuo Junyue thought about it for a moment. If he moved her to the secretary's office, he was worried it would affect his work efficiency.
This little woman had an incredible influence on him, no joke.
He used to be a workaholic, thinking that poems about a king being ensnared by beauty were utterly ridiculous.
