Feng Jingxuan's expression became much more serious, his voice slightly cold: "Dad, I've said not to meddle with my affairs, I will handle them myself."
"Come over."
After Old Mr. Feng uttered these words, he hung up the phone.
Feng Jingxuan stared at the screen of his phone as it turned off, then he looked out into the distance.
He was always cautious in his actions, but Nan Xia was an unpredictable element for him.
He couldn't control it.
...
That night, after Old Mr. Feng took his medicine, he slept soundly.
It had to be said that Nan Xia's medical skills were indeed brilliant.
The next day at noon, after Feng Jingxuan got off work, he went to the Feng Mansion.
Old Mr. Feng had rested well, his complexion was much improved: "Jingxuan, have a seat first."
Feng Jingxuan sat on the sofa, his gaze downcast, hiding the shadows within: "Dad, don't take any action against her."