I DELIVER FOOD IN A LAMBORGHINI

23: Are You Three-Year-Old?

Back in the dormitory, Nan Ge borrowed her roommate’s phone and called her brother.

“Big Bro, boohoo. I lost my phone. I really lost it!”

“What should I do, Nan Zhe?”

“…”

Meanwhile, in England.

Nan Zhe had just gotten off the plane and had yet to leave the airport when he received a call from Nan Ge.

Listening to the wailing on the other side, Nan Zhe habitually moved the phone away from his ear. When the other side quietened down a little, he put the phone back to his ear.

“Are you done?”

“Uh huh.” Nan Ge stopped crying.

“If you lost it, go and find it. Do you have to call me for such a trivial matter? Nan Ge, are you a three-year-old child?”

“Then what should we do? Why don’t I get two tractors to help you push all the snow in the field?”

Unfortunately, her big brother made an unusual observation. “Can a tractor push snow?!”

“Erm… It can probably be modified.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Nan Zhe took a deep breath and struggled to break free from her strange thought processes. “That’s not the point.”

“You can even lose your phone while playing with snow. I’m begging you. Can you bring your brain with you when you go out in the future?”

——

The plane landed steadily. Assistant Yuan turned off the tablet and followed the figure in front with Miaomiao.

“President Shen, are you really alright?”

“Why don’t we go to the hotel to rest first? You should be sleepy after taking the medicine.”

“No, thanks.”

When the man spoke, his voice was slightly hoarse.

Assistant Yuan looked at him worriedly. He wanted to say something but hesitated.

Shen Yanqing did not go to the office in the morning.

Even though he was not a workaholic, he always showed up for work punctually.

Usually, there was only one reason why he was late and it was sickness.

He did not live with his parents. Usually, only the maid would go over to clean the house regularly.

Under normal circumstances, Shen Yanqing was the only person at the apartment.

Hence, the staff began to call him one by one, but no one picked up.

Later on, he drove over to take a look and realized that Shen Yanqing was really sick. He had a severe cold and fever and was unconscious.

After following Shen Yanqing for so many years, the people in the president’s office all knew about Shen Yanqing’s health.

His resistance was average, like a weak scholar from ancient times.

He often caught colds. If the wind was slightly strong, he would have a fever. If he missed his meals, he would have gastric troubles. If he drank alcohol, he would get allergic reactions. He was also allergic to peaches along with pollen. In short, he was a very delicate man.

It was a huge contrast to his usual self.

His staff could not help but sigh in private. It was not easy for Shen Yanqing to survive until now.