Although Le Tong's fever had subsided, her nose was still a bit stuffy. She wasn't dizzy, but she still had a bit of a headache. However, these were all within tolerable limits. Rather than staying at home daydreaming, she preferred to go back to work.
Originally, she could have rested at home for another one or two days since it was President Ji's personal instruction, so it wouldn't count as slacking off.
But thinking about those mountains of documents on Ji Rui's desk, Le Tong felt a sense of guilt. Even if she stayed at home, she probably wouldn't rest peacefully. So, she grabbed a large bag of breakfast and headed out.
"President, here's your breakfast!" Le Tong placed a portion of rice porridge and dumplings, packed in lunch boxes, in front of Ji Rui.
"You're okay now?"
Ji Rui glanced at the neatly arranged lunch boxes in front of him, inspecting Le Tong with a probing gaze from head to toe.
