"Just say it."
The young boy looked up and spoke.
"Yi Enyang started talking nonsense like he had suddenly gone mad when giving his instructions, as if he had been provoked by something. Some of the things he said were also related to the Rong Family. Sir, would you like to go take a look?"
Yi Enyang had connections with Rong Yinghuang.
No one knew what Rong Yinghuang had actually said to him.
Rong Qing lightly twirled the Buddha Beads.
Troublesome.
He looked up.
It was almost eight o'clock.
For a human cub, the sandman was already knocking on the door.
Little Milk Bun let out a soft yawn.
With a baby-like innocence, his eyes filled with a layer of glistening moisture.
Looking at the adorable Little Baldy, anyone's heart would soften, and Rong Qing couldn't resist either, showing a little more politeness to Tang Wenhuo, "It's about time, Jinjin is sleepy as well. Little Boss Tang can go back first, and make sure Jinjin gets some good rest."
