The interruption by the blue crown rooster eased the tension in the study room.
Doctor Du Zemu tugged at his collar, a look of discomfort appearing on his sallow face.
"I apologize, this wall clock has been broken for quite some time." The Doctor, as he randomly organized the manuscripts and books on the table, sounded rather hesitant: "Actually, it's not mealtime yet...but of course, if you're hungry..."
"No, no." Zheng Qing continuously shook his head.
He was genuinely not hungry.
"We actually need help with something else and didn't want to bother you too much." Jiang Yu added with a delightful smile.
This statement brought some relief to Doctor Du Zemu.
"So, what can I help you with?" The Doctor asked, rubbing his hands, showing enthusiasm: "Please do tell."
To him, as long as the Jiang Family was not here for an audit, all else was negotiable.
