Bai Chengxi got injured, and Zhuo Yuqing took a leave to take care of him at home. Actually, he didn't really need any care; he was quite dexterous with his hands and feet, and there was no hindrance in eating or drinking, and even less so in "eating tofu."
Not only that, but he shamelessly used his injury as an excuse to ask for care, a bath, and massages.
Zhuo Yuqing, being good-tempered, indulged him. She met all his demands, buzzing around him like a busy little bee.
"Next month it will be the Timeless Beauty International Film Festival," Zhuo Yuqing checked the time on the computer, "is there any insider news you can share?"
Bai Chengxi unusually took a break from work and was watching a ballgame in bed. Hearing her, he silently looked over: "Do you want the list of winners?"
Zhuo Yuqing almost bit her tongue, looking at him incredulously: "Isn't it said that the awards are judged and announced on the same day? How do you know now?"
