Qin Yue raised his head to look at her, the thick powder on his face had been washed off, it looked much more pleasing to the eye, his voice subconsciously softened a lot: "What's the matter?"

"It's okay." Qin Xiaobao ran behind him, raised his powder fist and gently helped him beat his back, "You are tired from work, I will help you beat your back, so that you can relax."

Qin Yue took her hand away: "Go to bed early if you have nothing to do, and fly to the United States tomorrow morning."