"Come, come, don't just stand there, hurry over and take a seat." Knowing Mu Lin's identity had made Ouyang Bo incredibly enthusiastic, and his enthusiasm almost dumbfounded Ouyang Zishan.
Is this still her old man?
Leading Mu Lin and a few others to the rest area to sit down, Ouyang Bo felt embarrassed as he tidied up the clutter on the sofa, saying, "Sorry, sorry, I've really been a bit overwhelmed recently and haven't had time to tidy up." He had practically turned his office into a bedroom, resting on the sofa when tired, and resuming work as soon as he woke. He didn't like being disturbed either, so if Ouyang Zishan was busy, no one would help clean the room.
Listening to Ouyang Bo, Mu Lin smiled and said, "Uncle Ouyang has worked hard."
Indeed he had worked hard. Although the man before them appeared energetic, one could still see that his complexion wasn't great, a classic case of lack of rest and slight overexertion.