"How are you feeling?" Song Jia asked as she placed a bunch of flowers that she had brought for her father, in a vase on his headstand and taking a seat next to him.
"Much better. They take good care of me and moreover I can slack off here all day long without worrying about any work." Song Chen joked and it made her laugh softly. "How is the work going though?"
Song Jia's mouth twitched and with an eyebrow raised she said, "I thought you weren't worrying about the work."
Song Chen chuckled before responding. "I can't help it. I am just too used to working all day."
Song Jia nodded her head and then the conversation trailed off. Neither of them had anything else to say and they just smiled awkwardly.
