Ma Meiying said that Little Ma would be back soon.
But Hai Feng didn't expect that 'soon' would mean one week later!
He waited, and waited, after one whole day, Little Ma didn't come back. He told himself that the little guy had a huge temper, he must have still been sulking. Then, he continued waiting. Two days, three days, he still didn't come back!
Hai Feng had bitten all his nails until it almost reached his knuckles.
He was so stressed that he felt that he was going bald soon. Not only him, but the entire manor was shrouded in an air of gloominess like a funeral was being held. Hai Feng had to rack his brain to think of reasons to appease Mo Yujian every time he answered his master's indirect inquiry.
He tried hard to smooth things out. But still, everytime, Mo Yujian's face was getting darker and darker.
What to do? He really wanted to cry but had no tears left.
