Gao Han put down the pen in his hand, lifted his head, and rubbed his temples wearily, "Thank you."
This secretary was his most recent hire and was extraordinarily capable, having helped him solve many tricky issues in just a few days.
"This is what I should do. You haven't had a proper rest in a long time. Now that things are mostly handled, why not go home and get some sleep?" The secretary asked with concern.
Listening to the caring voice and worrisome expression, Gao Han inexplicably thought of Ye Tianjiao's face, twisted in exasperation.
Ye Tianjiao wasn't like this before. What changed recently?
"President Gao? President Gao?"
The secretary's anxious call brought Gao Han back to reality, "What's up?"
"Are you okay? If you are not feeling well, why don't you go back and rest? I can drive you home." The secretary walked over to him.
Gao Han picked up his jacket from the chair, "No need, I can manage by myself."