Duan Jingning was carefully helped to his feet by Duan Shan. He waved his hand nonchalantly and said warmly to An Yiqing, "No rush, no rush. Xiao Qing, don't hurry, take your time. This old man has plenty of time. My grandson is taking care of things at home, and Ah Shan is here to manage remotely whenever needed, so I'm not worried. Haha, girl, you just go ahead and treat me, whatever the consequences, I'll take responsibility!"
The hearty words of Duan Jingning brightened An Yiqing's heart. She was very fond of such sensible elders and held deep respect for them.
After chatting for a while longer, An Yiqing declined Duan Jingning's kind invitation to stay for a meal on the pretext that there was business to attend to at Yuyuanzhai and left the villa by car.
In fact, she did have business to attend to, but it wasn't at Yuyuanzhai; it was at the herb field.
