"President, the young prince is burning up with such a high fever. Look, should we ask that young lady to come over?"
Yeh Cangqiong was silent, his stern face devoid of any expression.
After a long while, he turned and walked out.
The night outside was deep, and the rain continued to pour without end.
"Your Excellency, with the rain so heavy, let me go invite the young lady over!" Secretary Wen hurried over.
"No need, you stay here and look after Xiao Tian. I will go myself!"
Secretary Wen stood still, watching Yeh Cangqiong's tall figure disappear into the curtain of rain. He sighed deeply. A great man, who dedicated himself to the nation, was bound to neglect his own little family.
If there was a woman who could stand by his side, be his left hand and right arm, take care of him, and help him look after the child.
The child needed a mother, yet he preferred to stay single, which was quite the contradiction.
