"Hmph!" Yan Rusheng grunted in contempt. "I'll feed Huang Bao instead!"
Ignoring Wang Daqin's exclamations, he stood up and grabbed the spicy pickled fish. He left the dining room and went upstairs.
He went around looking for Huang Bao, but it was nowhere in sight.
Thus he went back to his room and left the fish on the coffee table…
Young Master Yan was really ill, seriously ill. He closed his eyes as he lay in bed, but even after tossing and turning, he still couldn't fall asleep. It was just like yesterday.
The smell of the spicy pickled fish pervaded the air.
He opened his eyes and sat up. After switching on the light, he stared at the fish.
'I've been working overtime at home for a week. How can I sleep early…'
Wen Xuxu's complaints echoed in his ear, and he instantly turned his head to glance at the clock. It was barely 11 p.m.
