Knock knock!
"Come in!"
Wu Tianyan inserted his pen cap and set it aside, then removed his reading glasses to rub his weary eyes.
The cyan-colored little bird perched on the root sculpture beside his desk glanced at the door, then buried its head back into its wings and continued sleeping.
"Mr. Wu, please have something to eat first." Secretary Sun placed the thermal container on the desk and handed Wu Tianyan a bowl of soup, "If you ask me, you should visit Aunt Li at home more often to give her some peace of mind."
"Ah—" Wu Tianyan blew on the hot soup, "I don't have time to go home now, she will understand."
"But you need to eat properly. What are we going to do if your health breaks down at this crucial time?" Secretary Sun placed a recently filled porcelain enamel tank on the desk and stood beside it, worry evident in his tone.
