The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me

"Mr. Jiu—"

He Hongzhao felt a sourness inside, but her face showed a gentle smile.

Qi Wuya smiled and walked to the bedside, sitting down, "How do you feel? Do you need anything else?"

He Hongzhao shook her head, "No, I don’t need anything. Everything is properly taken care of with Mr. Jiu here."

"That’s good then."

Qi Wuya lowered his head and did not speak again, appearing weighed down by heavy thoughts.

Seeing this, He Hongzhao asked, "Has Mr. Jiu finished taking care of your matters?"

Qi Wuya nodded, "Yes. It has been taken care of successfully, thank to a word from Hongzhao."

When he engaged people for tasks, he was never stingy in giving praise.

Only by affirming the value of others will they strive to create even greater value.