Doot—
After saying that, Jing stubbornly hung up the phone.
Lu Fengxuan stared at the phone which displayed the call had ended, realized that the old man Jing wasn't discussing with her but merely informing her.
The older they get, the more difficult they are to deal with.
There was a knock at the door, the butler Lin stood at the doorway, "Madam, Old Zhang is waiting downstairs, are you finished with your work?"
At this time, it was about time to pick up the two kids and bring them home.
"All done." Lu Fengxuan patted her forehead, almost forgetting the two kids because of old man Jing's interruption.
"Tell Old Zhang to wait for another ten minutes, I'll go back to my room to change clothes, hmm, no need to tidy up the study, I'll organize these things myself."
The desk was a mess, with some of her discarded drafts scattered around, and she would tidy up the easel by the window when she returned.
