Rong Yan stepped into the villa's grand hall, where the servants, cooks, and gardeners stood in a row, bending deeply in respect, and chorused, "Mr. Rong."
Rong Yan nodded, "I'll be staying here tonight. Get the rooms ready and you can start preparing dinner."
The cook said, "Dinner is already prepared and ready to be served at any time."
The servant said, "The rooms have been tidied up, and the toiletries are all in place."
Mao Beibei stayed in her father's room for half an hour before coming downstairs, saw Rong Yan, and walked over excitedly, "Mr. Rong, Dr. Rick said my dad is getting better and might wake up soon."
Rong Yan stared at her radiant smile, and his mood inexplicably improved. He reached out and tousled her soft hair, his tone filled with indulgence, "Let's go to eat."
Mao Beibei touched her stomach, "Eh, I am actually a little hungry. Let's go, let's go."
