As a brother, of course, I have to worry more.

Mo Xiuchen originally planned to slack off again all afternoon, letting Qin Mu go back to the company to help.

However, as soon as Qin Mu left, Luo Haofeng came to his house.

He slumped on the couch like a boss, legs crossed, his dissatisfied face scrutinising Mo Xiuchen, who looks healthier than him, a 'patient'.

Groaning, he said, "I was supposed to have the afternoon off, all the documents to be processed are in your office. There's a dinner tonight with government officials…"

Across the couch, Mo Xiuchen's expression was calm, his large hand holding Wen Ran's soft little one. There was no telling whether he was listening to Luo Haofeng's handover, or playing with Wen Ran's fingers.

The light reflected from their interlocked rings, which were placed between their fingers, showed in his deep eyes.

The addition caused his usually dark eyes to shine brighter, his facial features roughly outlined, yet appearing incredibly refined and elegant.