Luo Ying hugged Lu Zhao tightly and reached out to touch Lu Zhao's forehead.
Lu Zhao's fever had already subsided, but he looked a little pale. He was far from 100%.
Luo Ying's heart ached a little, and she gently stroked Lu Zhao's back.
"I've missed you so much." Lu Zhao reached out and hugged the woman tightly.
The woman's fragrance soothed his chaotic thoughts.
"I miss you too. Don't give your phone to anyone else in the future."
Luo Ying sounded a little cross.
"Someone else?" Lu Zhao raised his head and looked straight at Luo Ying. "What other people?"
Luo Ying pouted unhappily. "There was an interview yesterday. I wanted to call you at that time, but I couldn't get through to you. In the middle of the night, I called again, and a woman picked up."
Luo Ying pouted. "I didn't expect you to bring your beautiful little secretary with you on a business trip. Are you trying to make me jealous?"
