Concerned about his overexertion, Ji Wei carried a bowl of nourishing soup and pushed open the study door.
"Coming back has turned you into a workaholic, no regard for your health?" Ji Wei said with a smile, placing the bowl of soup in front of Mo Qian on the desk.
The man did not look away, his expression still cold and solemn as he stared at the computer screen, seemingly tireless, ignoring Ji Wei's words.
"How about a sip of soup?" Ji Wei lifted the bowl, personally spooning a mouthful to his lips.
Mo Qian finally responded, glancing at her lightly: "Leave it."
"Oh..." Ji Wei replied with a hint of disappointment, putting the bowl back on the table as he said.
Mo Qian treated her as air, still focused on the work in front of him, while Ji Wei stood watching him for a while, noticing his efficient and precise responses to piled-up emails, as if he had handled them a thousand times with familiarity and control.
