Yu Wei's mood, as Pei Yongyou looked at her at this moment, had a delicate touch that moved him.
Putting away his usual nonchalance, he rarely sighed, stepped forward, and turned off the television.
"Watch less, it's bad for your eyes."
Such a reason made Yu Wei laugh, but she didn't resist, nodded, continued to help Pei Cichu change clothes, and then, leaning on the coffee table, slowly stood up.
"It's good that you're back. Can you help take care of Cichu for a while? I'll go upstairs and work on some design drafts."
For so many years, Yu Wei had given up many things, but never her work.
Even after marrying into the Pei Family, she insisted on doing her own thing and secured a bedroom in the Pei household as her studio.
In the studio, apart from a series of fabrics, threads, draft papers, colored pens, and a computer that she commissioned Pei Yongyou to buy, he didn't know exactly what she did inside every day.
