Duan Feihan smoothed out his slightly wrinkled house clothes, his expression once again returning to its usual calm.
Bai Chuwei's look, once again, seemed to be trying to get him to play the minion.
He didn't even need to ask to know what it meant.
Old Master Duan was feeling quite irritable—he truly thought that if he had died from cancer before, he might not have had to worry so much.
Especially with the current situation looking incredibly wrong!
What was going on with Miss Bai? How come she seemed to have some kind of indescribable relationship with his fourth son?
With two sons involved at once, Old Master Duan was not feeling particularly beautiful.
The next moment, there was another "bang—" and the tea set resting on the fruit basket was knocked over by the chubby hamster inside, shattering into pieces on the floor.
Old Master Duan almost couldn't catch his breath and was about to faint.
This was his favorite tea set, worth tens of millions, gone? Just like that?
