"Little Tong, your complexion is really too bad. Don't go to work today. Why don't you rest at home for a day? I'll ask Aunt Wang to stew some soup for you." Housekeeper Zhao Yi looked at Tong Yan, who was sitting at the dining table, putting down his chopsticks without even taking a bite. His face was haggard, and he was very worried in his heart.

"I just haven't had a good rest. There's nothing else you need to worry about." Tong Yan waved his hand, picked up the gong bag, ...