"Go to sleep first," Lu Bai said. He was still waiting for news, and tonight was destined to be a sleepless night. Lu Xiaojiu sat up, hugged him, her warm cheek pressed against his skin. Lu Bai's skin was cold — who knows how long he had been out in the cold wind. "Beacon Group is already so strong, why do you still have to work so hard?"
"Beacon Group has hundreds of thousands of employees under it, I must be responsible for their lives and prospects."
"Then who is responsible for your health and happiness?" Lu Xiaojiu asked. "You're responsible for them, but will they take care of your life? Without you, Beacon Group wouldn't collapse."
Lu Bai gently patted her shoulder, "Are you worried about me?"
"Yes," Lu Xiaojiu said, "I don't want to be a widow at a young age. You look like you're not going to live long."
Lu Bai chuckled, his nose rubbed against hers, "I promise you, this life is yours, no one can take it away if you don't."
