If Tang Haolang didn't run soon, Mr. Gu might break his legs, and he certainly didn't want to become a cripple!
After running a few steps, he remembered that the lady wasn't easy to deal with either.
He stopped again and said, "Madam, may I ask if you have any orders?"
"I'm hungry," Mu Anhan called out to him.
After waking up, caring about her illness was understandable, but why was no one concerned about whether she was hungry?
Tang Haolang thought to himself, you all scattered so much dog food, now you know what hunger feels like!
Of course, he dared not say that out loud right now; it was best to just think it in his mind.
Otherwise, he would be beaten up by Mr. Gu and the lady together!
"Mr. Gu had instructed Zhu Chen to make millet porridge earlier; I'll go have it brought up right away," Tang Haolang ran off before she could say anything else.
