"Well, Dad, I'll go back and prepare a bit. If nothing unexpected happens, I'll head straight to the company tomorrow."
"Alright. Go ahead. Over the years, I've seen your abilities, and I trust you can handle it well."
"Don't worry, I'll do my best."
"Mhm."
With Feng Qing's condition stabilizing, this was the result Feng Feifei had hoped for the most. Although he had previously deceived her with his grave illness, what could be more important than a family member surviving?
"Little Brother Shen, did you already know what was going on?" Feng Feifei suddenly recalled what Xiaofan had said when he ran into her room earlier, as she walked down the stairs.
"Yeah, I more or less knew a bit."
"Then why didn't you tell me sooner, leaving me worried all along?" Feng Feifei said coyly.
That night, he clearly hinted at something, but didn't tell her. Thinking back now, he's really something.
