"If there's a problem, we have to seek medical attention as soon as possible. We can't dismiss it as just a cold because the symptoms aren't obvious. Nothing is more important than your health."
Su Qiao, who was sitting cross-legged beside the coffee table and elegantly brewing tea, darkened in the face.
Was setting up a street stall really that strange?
Handing him a cup of tea, Su Qiao calmly reminded him, "I know. The body is the capital of revolution, so don't work yourself too hard in the future, either. Hire a few more assistants to help you. Don't be afraid to spend money."
He Jianhui: "..."
Even she, the boss, was so low-key. As an employee, he already felt that having two assistants was extravagant. Hire a few more?
He was putting on far more airs than his boss. How could that possibly make sense?
"All right, I know you're a very busy man. Go on and get back to work! I still have to go set up my stall after we eat, so I need to get there early and claim a good spot. Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't get any business."
Once she had finished speaking, Su Qiao began ushering him out.
"Wait, Big Boss, you're really going?"
Thinking about how his boss had returned without even taking charge, and was still neglecting her proper work, He Jianhui no longer found even the finest tea in his mouth appealing.
"People have to pursue something."
He Jianhui: "..." Was she joking with him?
What kind of pursuit would someone like her have that involved setting up a street stall?
Su Qiao slowly sipped her tea, then lifted her eyelids and gave him a sidelong glance. "Would you rather I go back to teaching, or set up a