Emperor Quan seemed indifferent, yet his voice was somewhat cool, "Work is a lifelong endeavor, can it ever be completely finished?"
Collecting her thoughts, Zhan Se looked at him.
For some reason, even though the trip was already scheduled and it should have been a happy occasion, she felt it was abnormal and strange.
After thinking for a bit, she reached out gently to massage the man's temples, dismissing the idea she had just moments ago.
"Forget it, I won't go to the hospital. I'd rather stay home with you," she said.
"It's fine," the man glanced at her, his voice low and muffled.
Her eyes flashed, Zhan Se hooked the corner of her lips slightly and chuckled, "Who would've thought Lord Quan the Fourth, such a big shot, could be sulking?"
The man snorted coldly, "Who says I'm sulking?"
Zhan Se pursed her lips and chuckled but didn't respond, simply continuing to massage methodically.