Greyven was in the middle of his mind when Michael's call came in.
The sudden ringing of the mobile phone startled Greyven, looking at the drowsy Anastasia in his arms, he subconsciously pressed down the volume of the phone.
After gently putting Anastasia to sleep, he took the phone and went out of the room.
"Boss, I'm back."
"Well, is the injury healed."
The voice coming from the other end of the receiver was still Greyven's familiar voice, only, it sounded a bit tired.
"Alright, thanks for your concern, boss."
Since he was well, there was no psychological burden for Michael to make him.
"When you're well, hurry up and go back to work, I'm in E country, I still need to go back for a while, there's a bit of a problem on the marketing side lately, so you go keep an eye on it."
