"No problem," Mr. Yang said with a cheerful grin, "I can have it all done in just three days."
"Thanks, old man."
Ren Feng and Jiang Moshu sent Mr. Yang back. After they came out, Jiang Moshu casually asked, "Do you really care about this book?"
"Yeah, because without it, I'd probably die."
Ren Feng said with a smile.
Under Jiang Moshu's glasses, there was an expression of obvious disbelief.
Ren Feng didn't elaborate, just smiled and said, "What's next on the agenda?"
"Didn't you say you were going to take me for treatment?"
"Oh, I almost forgot," Ren Feng chuckled. "Let's eat first, and then I'll handle the plans for the afternoon, okay?"
"Okay."
Jiang Moshu nodded.
"Okay, let's go."
...
Ren Feng took Jiang Moshu to eat, then they went to a movie, and afterward, they went shopping.
But Jiang Moshu didn't show much reaction to any of these activities.
"How about going to a bar?"
Ren Feng asked.
