บท 742: Not So Mini Sun

Luan stiffened when he sensed Dr. Feng's head leaning softly against him like a baby bird seeking comfort, the man's shaky exhale fanning across his neck. He could not believe what was happening. Dr. Feng, he… he was revealing his weakness? Willingly? That genius Head Administrator who was secretly dubbed as a workaholic robot by others? 

Luan froze, not knowing where to put his hands or feet. However, when he heard the man admitting how tired he was and saw the apparent exhaustion on his features, all of his disbelief and hesitation melted away only to be replaced with heartache – an immense heartache. 

His heart ached for how foolish this man was, how endearingly foolish. He clearly sat on the top, his intelligence was second to none, yet he put in twice or even thrice the effort than those who were less capable. Sooner or later, he was going to overwork himself to death.