"..." Rong Shaoze stared at her, his lips pressed together in silence.
"Alright, I just won't cook until the wound is healed," she said.
"What I'm saying is, you're not allowed to cook ever again," he said firmly.
Lin Xinlan sighed, "If I don't cook, what can I do?"
She needed to find something to distract her attention; otherwise, as soon as she found herself idle, her thoughts would drift to Xiaocong's current situation.
Sometimes, certain thoughts could make her feel like collapsing.
If this continued, she was sure to lose her mind.
"Come to work with me at the company tomorrow," Rong Shaoze suddenly said.
Lin Xinlan was startled and asked in surprise, "Go to work with you?"
"Mhm, be my assistant. I'm very busy every day. Since you can't sit still, can you help me with some of it?" he said gently.
There was a faint, unmistakable tiredness in his eyes and on his face.
