"Dr. Yu, what's wrong?"
"Hungry..." Yu Tianfeng was practically draped over the round table, with no regard for his image.
The Song Family watched him, their lips twitching.
'Why does it feel like a stray dog has wandered into our house?'
Xie Ning wanted to bash his head in.
She didn't like strangers coming into her home uninvited, especially a nuisance from the research institute.
"Don't, don't, daughter! We can't afford to pay if you break the good doctor." Song You'ai hurriedly blocked her furious daughter.
Song Youzhi quickly said, "Xiao Lu asked me to look after him. Just give him a couple of steamed buns so he doesn't starve. My dear niece, don't be angry. I'll get him two buns and send him on his way."
But Yu Tianfeng clung to the table—or more accurately, to the large pot on it—and refused to let go for dear life.
