After washing up and changing into a clean set of clothes, Zhang Guoqing couldn't help letting out a long sigh.
— It's still best at home!
And at the same time, Zhou Jiao was wondering why she'd been busy like a dog these past days.
— Just because there was no him.
"I dream of you every night."
Zhou Jiao smiled at his words. An old married couple, and he was still firing sugar‑coated shells.
"You don't believe me? Is it that you basically don't believe a word I say?"
Zhou Jiao, amused, patted his shoulder and went on rubbing his damp hair with a dry towel. "Word is Vice Minister Zhang handles a thousand affairs a day and often works late into the night."
Through the big mirror on the dressing table, Zhang Guoqing could easily see her relaxed smile. He sidestepped the topic. "Mostly for show. How are the kids doing?"
