Chapter 67: Beauty is a Feast for the Eyes

Xiao Ran secretly speculated that Young Master Qian suddenly skipping work for no good reason was most likely to have some alone time with his wife in their own little world. As for the rain excuse that could fool a child, no one would believe that—it's not like it's raining knives.

Xiao Ran placed a one-foot-tall stack of files on the coffee table, and mentioned a few important matters waiting for his decision.

There were also empty bowls on the coffee table, and although the contents were gone, one could vaguely make out that it had been porridge. He was surprised that Shuoqian, who never ate breakfast, had actually had a bowl of porridge. It didn't take a guess to figure out that it must have been made by his wife.

"Assistant Xiao, have you eaten breakfast? There's still porridge in the pot," Gu Qili asked warmly from the kitchen doorway.

Xiao Ran hurriedly shook his head and smiled, "Madam, I've already had breakfast, thank you."