Manager Gao's exaggerated actions didn't stop even when night had totally fallen.
He sat in the courtyard, his eyes not leaving Fang Chengyu for even a moment. Tears were continuously pooling in his eyes.
"Although I heard that Young Master is better, but…" he said, raising his hands to cover his eyes. Manager Gao sniffed. "Seeing it for yourself is totally different from imagining it."
"How miserable is your Young Master in your imagination?" a voice interjected, breaking the tearful but heartwarming atmosphere.
Manager Gao looked at the young man who was sitting on the veranda cross-legged. He saw the stranger when he came in and thought that he did not look like a lackey of the Runan exchange firm.
But Young Lady did not say anything, and he did not ask.
