How skilled Ding Fan was—Du Jun had already seen it firsthand. If Ding Fan went along, things would indeed feel a bit more stable.
Truth be told, Ding Fan didn't really want to go. Now that he was staying here, he planned to leave as soon as his injuries healed.
However, Shu Ying was now looking at Ding Fan with a face filled with hopeful anticipation, making it hard for Ding Fan to refuse.
With that, Ding Fan nodded lightly, signaling his agreement.
The man, though obviously condescending toward Ding Fan, turned to Du Jun on the side and said, "Then it's settled. Tomorrow evening, I'll drive over to pick up the two little princesses."
"Brother Mao, I'll be waiting for you." Others didn't speak, but Shu Xin chimed in from the side.
Ding Fan saw this and could already tell—sooner or later, Shu Xin was bound to be tricked into bed by that man.
After the man left, Ding Fan returned to his room to rest that afternoon.
Shu Ying didn't come over to bother Ding Fan either.
