No one expected that the man holding Margaret in his arms would actually be the second young master of the Earl's Mansion, Feng Yi.
Seeing this, He Chen glanced slyly at Feng Yi's shirt collar, teasing lightly, "Got what you wished for?"
Feng Yi pressed his thin lips together, his strong arms pulling Margaret tightly into his embrace, "To the hospital."
Jin Rong took the cigarette from the corner of his mouth, squinting slightly, "Xiao Yeyan?"
Feng Yi gestured behind him, then walked to Old George and Shang Zonghai, "Crown Prince, Uncle Shang, sorry for the spectacle."
Old George was clearly out of sorts, looking at Margaret who was still whimpering, then lifting his eyes to Feng Yi, "This... What is going on here?"
"It's a long story, I'll explain it to you later."
Feng Yi's deep-set eyes mingled with worry and urgency, and his breathing was equally erratic.
