Song Chuyi hesitated for a while before asking, "Were there only problems with this batch of drugs or was it the same with the previous batches as well?"
Yan Lei shook his head. "I got someone to check the previous batches. They were all fine. You two should stop worrying—it's no big deal. It will somehow pass. I'm tired; I'll go upstairs to take a shower."
Changqing looked at Yan Lei's broad back and the white hair behind his ears and her heart felt dejected.
When it was time for bed, she couldn't sleep well and kept tossing and turning.
"Are you still thinking about your dad's company?" Song Chuyi pulled her into his embrace from behind.
"Mm," Changqing replied softly and nodded. "If I knew earlier, I wouldn't have become a TV host. I should've studied medical management. If I inherited our family's company, my dad wouldn't need to be so tired."