"On the surface, he doesn't care about my ambition, but I know he must be complaining about me coming home late, complaining that I don't focus on the children."
As Qin Miaomiao spoke, her mood turned quite gloomy. Managing a team was a lot harder than she had imagined. Many times, she felt out of her depth, physically exhausted, but mostly mentally drained.
The woman leaning against the wall looked pitiful, and Lu Qing finally couldn't resist walking over to hug her from behind: "Miao Miao, if you're tired, lean on me and take a break. Don't push yourself too hard."
"Honey, you're so good!"
Qin Miaomiao couldn't help but cling to Lu Qing, getting sentimental.
The sudden familiar embrace brought comfort to Qin Miaomiao's heart, and hearing Lu Qing's voice gave her weary heart some solace.
"You're here."
