After the conversation between the two of them, Ximen Rong was obviously much more relaxed. He was no longer worried about his father. He believed that his father would definitely be able to endure the pain and persevere to let his leg recover as his Big Brother had said.
He was eating happily. Ximen Rong had probably never eaten such delicious food since he was born. The little guy's face was covered in rice. Beiting Huang was wiping the soup and rice off his face with a napkin when the door of the private room was suddenly pushed open.
The two of them looked at the door in unison. The tall figure looked like Ximen Song's face. The 1.8-meter-tall man stood in front of them.
