By the time Xu Boyan had returned from dealing with matters, Lu Qingyi's morning sickness had subsided.
She was focused on analyzing data, constantly comparing and adjusting, formulating a drug.
Devoting her whole attention to it, she was very serious.
Her head was low, her long eyelashes drooping, her hands moving quickly in a steady pattern. The seriousness in her demeanor made her even more beautiful.
Xu Boyan tiptoed over to Lu Qingyi. So engrossed was she in her work that she did not notice his approach.
When someone saw Xu Boyan and wanted to greet him, he put his index finger to his lips, motioning for them to be silent.
"Xiaojin, this component's analysis is incorrect, you handle it."
Without raising her head, Lu Qingyi placed a report behind her and remarked coldly, very seriously.
"Okay."
Xiaojin hurried over to collect the materials, looking at Xu Boyan, words caught in her throat.
Xu Boyan shook his head.
