Around six in the afternoon, Ye Chenxi came home from work.
As soon as he entered the house, Chi Zaozao carefully took off his coat and asked with concern, "Was work tiring?"
Ye Chenxi shook his head, "Not tiring."
Even if it was sometimes a bit tiring, thinking about everyone at home living carefree and happy because of his hard work, he felt that no matter how tiring, it was worth it.
No matter how tiring, he was still very satisfied.
"If you're ever tired, just tell us."
Chi Zaozao said while gently loosening his tie, "Although it's been a long time since your mommy worked, back then, it was also your mommy who supported this company, so I know a thing or two about management. If you're really tired, tell us, and we can help at the company."
Ye Chenxi looked down at the little woman in front of him. Yes, in his eyes, his mommy was just a little woman.
A little woman who needed his and daddy's care.
