Ling Feng knew that eavesdropping on someone else's phone conversation was impolite, but since it was Su Nian, he couldn't help but perk up his ears. After all, this concerned the future happiness of their young master. Even if the young master's illness could become severe later, making him happy for just a day would still be worth it. Besides, it was just a mutation now, not terminal cancer. With so many doctors available, maybe Zheng Haoyu could be cured, and he was filled with confidence.
As Su Nian hung up the phone, she saw Ling Feng clenching his fists with a triumphant look, causing her to take a second glance at him. Ling Feng snapped out of it, gave a somewhat embarrassed smile, sipped his coffee, and said casually, "Miss Su, you know what? Compared to this title, I prefer calling you 'young mistress'."
"Cough, cough..." She hadn't expected Ling Feng to say something like this and was caught off guard, luckily not too seriously.
