"Young Master Rong, are you alright?" Butler Zhang asked while hurrying forward to hold him.
He rubbed his throbbing headache and tried his best to stabilise his body. He then pushed him away and said, "I'm alright."
Suddenly overwhelmed with an ominous feeling, Rong Yan strode away quickly… before he even exited, he suddenly blacked out and collapsed.
"Young Master Rong.." Butler Zhang frantically helped him up and brought him upstairs.
Old Mr. Rong suddenly stopped smiling and put his chopsticks down. He looked at Mo Xiyan for a long while and said, "Tonight is your opportunity. I hope you won't disappoint me."
Mo Xiyan looked up in shock and honor before glancing at Old Mr. Rong's glistening eyes. She bit her lip and nodded. "I know, I'll do a good job!"
It was her only chance!
Seemingly exhausted, Old Mr. Rong stood up with the help of Butler Zhang, waved his hands and said, "Enough, go up."
