"I know. I promise I won't drag you down. Thank you! Thank you..." Cheng Weiwan said repeatedly.
The housekeeper couldn't bear to see her like this, so she lowered her head and let out a soft sigh. Then she pointed in the direction of the in-patient building as though she was going to take Cheng Weiwan there.
Before the two of them could raise their feet, Han Zhifan, who was standing nearby, suddenly cleared his throat.
The housekeeper clearly tensed up. Ten seconds later, she slowly turned her head and looked over to the source of the sound.
When her gaze landed on Han Zhifan, the housekeeper instinctively lowered her head and let out a weak cry. "Mr. Han."
Han Zhifan silently stared at the two of them for a short while then strode over to them.
As he drew closer, the housekeeper's legs trembled in fear.
"Head up to the room," said Han Zhifan in a cold voice without even waiting for the housekeeper to admit to what she did.
