The sky outside was like covered by a black curtain.
The torrential rain poured down, splashing deeply on the ground, as if trying to smash a hole in it.
Qiao Zhiyi's mood was just like the weather outside, gloomy.
It hadn't been long before he had purposefully angered her again.
Did he dislike how peaceful the days were?
The angrier she thought about it, the more her inner fire blazed, and Doctor Yu came over to knock on her door, "There's a meeting."
Qiao Zhiyi composed herself and headed to the conference room.
The rain outside was unsettling, and the meeting covered the usual matters. After Qiao Zhiyi summarized her work for the month, the director said, "There's just over a month until the New Year, and our reservations for expectant mothers are already full. So, during this period, everyone needs to work hard to deliver the babies safely and ensure that the mothers and their families can return home peacefully to have a good year."