The tears rolled down from Jiang Yuyan's eyes and as it dropped on Lu Feng's hand. Adjusting the quilt on him, she wiped her tears and stood up to leave the room. San Zemin and the butler were standing outside.
"Don't tell him I was here and don't let him know whatever happened today. You were the one to bring him here." Instructing, Jiang Yuyan left the apartment. Her driver, who was standing outside of the apartment along with the Butler's two men, followed her.
When Jiang Yuyan reached home, it was still dark, and the sun was about to rise soon. The butler of the mansion, Xu Dui, was present outside of the mansion the moment Jiang Yuyan arrived. He bowed to her and the next moment one servant with the huge bowl in his hands came to her.
"Hands!" the butler said, signaling at the bowl.
