Rong Moyong was originally in a bad mood, but when he glanced up and saw the smile-not-smile expression on Duan Fei's face…
His thoughts shifted, and all his emotions vanished in an instant.
Old Master Rong couldn't help but sigh.
Indeed, every Jack has his Jill. With Duan Fei here, the brat's temper improved, and he actually stopped talking back to him…
At this moment, Duan Fei spoke, "Old Master, since you're here, I'll head back first."
Old Master Rong asked, "Did you stay here all night last night?"
"Uh, not exactly…"
"Alright, I understand," Old Master Rong said with a smile, cutting her off. "In that case, let Assistant Cheng drive you home to rest. After all, the hospital bed is not spacious enough for two people to lie on—it's a hassle…"
Duan Fei: "???"
Old Master, are you misunderstanding something?
Before she could speak…
"Assistant Cheng," called Old Master Rong.
Cheng Fang, who was outside the door, hurried in, "Old Master."
