Lao Fan scolded, but still didn't feel relieved, stamping his feet in frustration and stomping on the pillow again and again, as if the object Xia Zheng had used as a disguise was truly Xia Zheng himself.
Watching Lao Fan's furious, fuming state, the man next to him with an innocent expression, though appearing calm, was clearly very anxious. He quickly stepped forward, gently grabbed his arm, and persuasively said, "Elder Zhen, don't be angry anymore. Ah Zheng must have had some urgent matter, that's why he left without saying goodbye. Please calm down, it's not good to let anger damage your own health."
