Nonetheless, Hai Rong did not value fame and fortune and hated those who coveted those.
"Han Feng, you may leave. Many people are attending the old master's birthday feast. We must ensure that nothing goes wrong at such times."
"Yes, Young Master."
Han Feng clenched his fists respectfully and walked out of the hall with a limping foot.
It did not take long for Mu Huan to walk in from the door after Han Feng left. She was very cold and proud while facing her father, unlike the kind and approachable girl in front of Hai Rong.
"I've already gone to Master. He will leave in the next few days." Mu Huan's face was dark. "But I think Master may already doubt what you and Mother have said."
Mu Ling's heart suddenly trembled. He stood up instantly. "What did you just say? Has Hai Rong started to doubt us?"
