"Just spit it out."
The young boy looked up and spoke.
"When Yi Enyang was giving instructions, he suddenly went crazy, spouting nonsense as if he had been stimulated by something. Some of what he said was also related to the Rong Family. Do you want to go over and have a look, sir?"
Yi Enyang had connections with Rong Yinghuang.
No one knew what Rong Yinghuang had actually said to him.
Rong Qing gently twiddled the Buddha Beads.
Troublesome.
He looked up.
It was almost eight o'clock.
For human cubs, the sleep bug had already come knocking.
Little Milk Bun let out a soft yawn.
His voice was milky, and a shiny film filled the bottom of his eyes.
A docile and adorable Little Baldy, so endearing that it softened one's heart. Rong Qing couldn't resist; he treated Tang Wenhuo with a bit more courtesy, "It's about time, and Jinjin is getting sleepy. Little Boss Tang, you can go back first. Take Jinjin for a good rest."
