Still, business was business, and Li Zexing wasn't a complete pushover.
Li Zenan knew his words had been a bit harsh, but he couldn't suppress his anger.
The thought of Fu Cheng treating his own body so carelessly, letting it waste away rather than actively seeking treatment, made him incredibly frustrated.
"Sorry." Li Zenan paused for a moment before apologizing. "I'm in a bit of a bad mood."
Li Zexing closed the cabinet door. "Brother, your work on the front lines is stressful enough. You should meddle less in other people's affairs. He's not a child anymore; it's normal for him to have his own ideas."
"I know."
Li Zexing promised Li Zenan he would start a video call once he got to Little Deer Cuisine, then temporarily ended their call.
Heading downstairs, Li Zexing selectively ignored Li Long, who was sitting at the dining table waiting for breakfast, and tried to slip out unnoticed.
"Ah Xing." Li Long put down his newspaper and called out to his son. "Come here."
