During this one month, Bian and Randy seemed busy taking care of the company. They spent more of their time in the office, even in this month they had twice gone to London. And when he returned home, Bian would take his work, and he would spend hours in his workroom. Bian barely had time for family, and it was so busy.
Sometimes if she weren't too tired, Mumut would accompany Bian like tonight. The clock has shown the number eleven in the evening, but Bian still looks busy with his documents. Mumut occasionally sees Bian massaging the bridge of his nose like he has something on his mind.
"If you were tired, you could rest first, dear," said Mumut. She stood up from her seat to Bian's chair and stood behind her husband.
Mumut then massaged Bian's shoulder, which felt stiff. Bian felt Mumut's fingers pressing on his shoulders, relaxing him a little.
"How much loss has your company suffered, honey."
"Large enough." Bian sighed.