The carriage arrived at Qingzhuyuan. Ning Feng had been waiting at the gate.
Upon seeing the anxious expression on Ning Feng's face, Chu Jinnian's gaze deepened, "Is there a problem with Mr. Fan?"
Ning Feng widened his eyes.
It was indeed his young master who had quickly guessed that something was up with Fan Wenxuan.
"First Young Master, ever since Mr. Fan woke up this morning to find that you and Third Young Master had left, he locked himself in his room, not eating or drinking anything for a whole day. I have been persuading him for a while from the outside of the door, but he won't open it."
"Just when I was about to knock on the door again, there was no movement inside. I was afraid that Mr. Fan, who hadn't had a drop of water or a grain of rice all day, might have had an accident. I was thinking of ordering someone to break down the door, but then I heard that you were back, First Young Master, so I hurriedly came to seek advice from you."
