Chi Zaozao, worried about her son, followed him upstairs.
Seeing her son exhausted, collapsing onto the bed without even taking off his shoes, she helplessly shook her head, thinking, are all men this lazy and casual?
She approached, squatted by the bed, patiently took off his shoes, then pulled the quilt over him, gently covering his body before sitting beside him.
"Chenxi, what's wrong? Is the company stressing you out?" Chi Zaozao asked.
Such a big company, how can he manage it all by himself?
Plus, he is still young and lacks experience, he must be really tired!
Seeing her son so fatigued, Chi Zaozao felt a deep ache in her heart. If she could, she would be willing to return to the company to help him.
"Nothing to worry about, Mom!" Ye Chenxi turned over, facing Chi Zaozao, his black eyes flickered, and a beautiful, yet extraordinarily bitter smile forced its way to the corner of his lips.
