Huo Yichen was suffocated by the documents, but he treated them as motivation.
"Young Master, documents can never be finished." The butler's tone was hard for once.
He pushed the still-warm dinner to Huo Yichen's hand.
Seeing that Huo Yichen didn't move, the butler said, "If you don't eat, I'll tell Young Miss Murong about this."
Perhaps Huo Yichen wouldn't listen to him, but he definitely wouldn't want Murong Qiao to worry.
Murong Qiao was his Achilles' heel, his weakness under his armor.
"…Don't tell her," Huo Yichen finally said.
The butler glanced at dinner silently. Huo Yichen looked helpless, but at least he stopped writing and prepared to eat.
"How's Huo Hong?" Huo Yichen was not really resting when he ate.
The butler thought for a moment. "He thinks very highly of you recently. There's no news of Huo Xiuyuan's return either. Overall, it seems like the momentum is still good."
