"Sis, it's just that I'm busy." Lian Qingyang rubbed his nose, knowing indeed he had been quite occupied lately, barely sleeping here, let alone eating.
"You're always busy, but while you're young, do you really think your body is made of iron?" Tang Yue said with a hint of irritation.
Lian Qingyang being busy was something Tang Yue could understand, but his relentless work routine bothered her, as work was important, but health was even more crucial.
It's all because Lian He insisted on setting up a subsidiary, piling all the responsibilities on Lian Qingyang while he himself didn't show up.
"Your sister is right; while the company is important, health is even more crucial." Zhang Hualian, being the mother, was most concerned for her son. It was timely that yesterday Tang Jun returned home and there was plenty to eat at home, enough to share with Lian Qingyang.
