It had taken Joy some time before he recovered from the seasonal flu. He had been whimpering for days before recovering his energy.
Joy was the apple of Duan Yarong's eyes. When his small, round face became thinner, her heart hurt, and she ordered the servants in the kitchen to prepare a variety of good food for him every day.
A child who had fallen sick was particularly fragile. Joy had been sticking close to Zhao Youlin these days as if he had been glued to her. As such, Zhao Youlin could not free herself to handle other matters.
So, Zhao Youlin was relieved when Joy recovered from the flu. She could finally spend some time on the newly opened outlet.
Luckily, the outlet was still under renovation during the period of time. The workers had not received the money, and they naturally dared not simply cut corners.
