After All, He Doesn't Want to Lose Face!

"I'll go make a call and see what's going on. You go eat first," Wang Fengsong said as she pushed Mu Yanming away slightly, her tone steady.

But Mu Yanming was like a restless madman, scratching his head vigorously. "Eat? What do you think I can eat right now? Do you really think I have the mood to eat?"

"If you don't eat, do you want to die? Should I have to comfort you first? I won't think of ways to help you!" Wang Fengsong lowered her voice again.

After saying that, she prepared to go to the study to make a call. But before she left, she added with concern, "Before I come back, you'd better stay in your room quietly and don't go out. Look at you; you definitely look like you're in trouble. Do you want everyone to know?"

Mu Yanming, feeling irritated, pursed his lips but still obediently sat down in a chair. "Got it, hurry up."