"We've already eaten," came the warm voice of Qiao Wenshan over the phone.
"Oh, then take care of yourselves."
"Yes, you too, rest well. I heard you went back to work today, was it tough?"
"Not tough," said Qiao Zhaoyue with a smile on her lips.
Qiao Wenshan sighed, "Zhaoyue, don't blame your dad for being nosy, your mom really cares about you and wants to lighten your burden, but look at you, always having to do the opposite!"
"Dad, I'm fine," said Qiao Zhaoyue patiently, "Besides, Grandpa Fu and everyone at the company treat me well, my coworkers take good care of me, and everything is going smoothly at work. I'm doing well. Plus, don't worry, I know my limits and how to protect myself."
"Ah, you... I can't really manage you anymore, but you have to promise your dad that you won't hurt yourself, no matter what happens. Your health and safety come first," Qiao Wenshan admonished with gravity.
"Yes, I'll remember that," said Qiao Zhaoyue, nodding solemnly.
