"Okay, then go back early and rest early. Wait until I finish handling things here, wait for me to come back." Beitang Yao propped up his head with one hand, looking very exhausted.
After hanging up, Beitang Yao then picked up the glass of plain water by his side and took his medicine.
At this time, the study door was pushed open, and Ye Feng came in with a stack of high documents, gently placing them on the desk. He then walked up to Beitang Yao, saying with some concern, "Young Master, you caught a cold right off the plane. How about waiting until you recover before working?"
"It's fine, I just took some medicine, I should manage." Beitang Yao's speech carried a slight nasal tone, his eyes felt a bit sore, and his vision was not very clear.
