Jin Chengzhi looked at Chi Zaozao's thin frame, helplessly lying on the desk, his eyes full of heartbreak.
She was always a little woman, one who used to only nestle in a man's embrace, delicate and dependent.
Now, asking her to carry the whole household, the whole company, indeed places endless pressure on her.
Even if her body isn't tired, her heart would be.
He didn't speak to disturb her, holding the document, he wrote down his name.
Now, as Chi Zaozao's special assistant, as long as Chi Zaozao gives the word, he has the authority to sign various documents on her behalf.
Since she's tired, let her rest well. Other than attending various functions, let him handle everything for her.
...
Meanwhile, in some unknown valley, inside a dry cave, atop a boulder, quietly lay a person.
A person covered in scars, plastered with herbs, no complete skin visible.
When Ye Que woke up, it was already half a month later.
That's right, he had been in a coma for a full half month.
