When Cheng Anyue woke up at night, her fever had basically subsided.
She was not feeling well, so an Shijin accompanied her to eat in her room.
In the dining room downstairs, the old man's expression was extremely ugly. Or rather, he had not looked good for the entire day.
It was understandable. An Shijin had been accompanying Cheng Anyue the entire day, but he had neglected the an family. It would be strange if old master an, who had always placed his family first, was happy.
After a few mouthfuls of rice, the old man put down his chopsticks.
"I'm done. "
"Dad, why did you eat so little?" An Zhengyang asked.
"I'm already full of anger, what's there to eat?" Old master an said unhappily. He picked up his walking stick, stood up, and left his seat.
The two brothers, an Zhengyang and an Chongyang, immediately stood up to send them off.
"Alright, you guys continue eating." After saying this, old master an let the Butler help him upstairs.
