It seemed a bit forced, but she couldn't find any other reason.
Zhuang Yanyan frowned. In her memory, she wasn't a child who loved to sleep in, but for the past month, she indeed seemed to be waking up later than before.
"Is it because work is too exhausting?" Thinking of this, Zhuang Yanyan immediately turned her head and questioned her grandson, Qin Feimo, "I say, grandson, as a boss, can't you lighten Jinglei's workload a bit? Look at how tired she is these days, her complexion is obviously not as good as before, and she seems thinner too."
Seeing how Feng Jinglei indeed looked thinner than before, Zhuang Yanyan felt a pang of heartache.
Qin Feimo slightly turned his eyes, also noticing she was indeed thinner than before, and her complexion wasn't great, her fair face appearing somewhat overly pale.
"Grandma, my workload isn't much. It's just calculating accounts and typing every day."
