Fu Renshu cleared his throat. "I understand, Old Madam. Apologies, but Boss was feeling a little under the weather for the whole day. He left early as well from the office. Please don't misunderstand Boss."
He quickly lied because he knew how stubborn she could get.
"I don't expect a King to fall so vulnerable to petty sickness. He isn't raised that way," The Old Madam's voice was laced with coldness and rigidity that refused to yield.
He took a sharp breath. A long stretch of silence ensued on the other end while he prayed for her to leave the topic.
"I want him to visit the main residence tomorrow."
It wasn't a question. It was an order.
"Yes, Old Madam," Fu Renshu felt relieved.
"Even if he has to drag his sick body, he must come tomorrow."
Fu Renshu's lips straightened into a thin line. "Yes Old Madam," he silently clenched his fist. Not even an ounce of concern could he detect from her voice.
"Also."
Fu Renshu stiffened.
