He would search globally for the most renowned doctors for her, no matter how much energy and money it costs, he would cure her mother, so she could be happy.
"Keep hoping," Ye Lu thought, your assurance doesn't mean much.
But at least his intentions were good.
"I'll let you off this time, but next time you accompany your mom, you still have to give me half an hour smartphone-free. Dare to ignore me again, and you'll see. Go, go cook, I'm starving." Third Young Master Jun, feeling better, immediately drove her to the kitchen.
Ye Lu was amazed. "You haven't really eaten yet? It's so late. If you're hungry, why not order takeout, or go out to eat?"
"Do you really think I was waiting for you? I was so engrossed in my documents that I forgot the time. Hurry up and go, now!" Third Young Master wouldn't admit that he had sat here, pointlessly fuming for three hours. For a man, such a thing was too embarrassing.
