The man shrugged nonchalantly.
"I'm not hungry."
"And you call me a fool, but I think you're not much better!" Gan Yuan glared at him, then immediately turned to a servant beside them, "Prepare supper for the gentleman right away, and remember to keep it light!"
The servant agreed and went into the dining room to get it ready, while Huangfu Jue supported her knee and lifted the corners of his lips lightly.
For the first time in his life, he had been admonished, yet his mood was exceptionally bright.
"Why are you not resting this late?"
"I..." she took a sip of tea to conceal her nervousness, "I'm not sleepy."
Noticing her pale complexion, he worriedly raised his hand to touch her forehead. The skin under his palm was slightly cool and smooth, with no sign of fever.
"Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"
"Not at all." She reached out to pull him up to sit beside her and asked with a smile, "Is work going well?"