Cheng was known for his hard-work. He had his little brother to protect, his father to please, and the people he worked with to lead. He couldn't be weak, or bothered by anything around him, to the point he'd forget his own needs.

Cheng was sitting at his desk, his head pounding painfully as he sighed and rubbed his temple. He didn't even hear you knock or enter quietly, and he closed his eyes at the sound of footsteps getting closer.

"I didn't call for anyone."

Cheng spoke up sternly, his eyes meeting yours in a sharp gaze.