ced at him coldly, then turned and strode toward the elevator.It was noon, but the lack of sunlight made it gloomy. The air was thick with a faint humidity, and a light drizzle was falling.Cao Fang op...Luo Guanshi and Cao Fang watched as Fu Yan and Huo Mingzheng entered the room one after the other, but neither of them followed in.

Instead, Luo Guanjia pulled Cao Fang aside.

"Fang'er, what do you think about this" asked Luo Guanjia.

Cao Fang had been correcting Luo Guanjia's address for him since many years ago, but when he thought about his straight brother being called "Yuan'er" and couldn't say anything about it, he just let it go. However, he still felt a little helpless.

But now is not the time to be hung up on this.

He pinched his chin, "I think it looks like... jealousy"

Luo Guantang was taken aback at first, then a look of surprise appeared on his face, and finally he turned from surprise to delight. "Really"

"I can't guarantee that, women's hearts are beyond my comprehension."

Luo Guanjia's smile froze, "Miss Fu wouldn't misunderstand, would she"

"It's hard to say."

Cao Fang gave a vague answer, and Luo Guan instantly felt like he had a thorn in his back.

If Miss Fu misunderstands Mr. Huo about anything, he would probably be in deep trouble. Being caught in the crossfire is nothing to be afraid of, what's truly terrifying is that someone might destroy the entire "pond".

Luo, the housekeeper, turned and hurried after her. If Miss Fu really misunderstood something, with Mr. Huo's mouth, it definitely wouldn't be enough. When necessary, he would certainly explain everything to Miss Fu on Mr. Huo's behalf.

He glanced at Fu Yan, who was almost reaching the sofa, and loudly instructed the maid: "Bring up the red date tea that Mr. Huo asked you to make."

It goes without saying that red date tea is for the young lady.

As expected, he saw that Fu Yan's movement of sitting down paused for a moment. Though she tried to appear nonchalant, Luo Guanjia, who had lived for four or five decades, could tell at a glance that this sentence had caused ripples in her heart lake.

The housekeeper personally brewed tea for Huo Mingzheng and placed it on his left.

The maid brought up the red date tea, placing it in a transparent teapot with a small fire still warming its base.

Luo Guanjia took it personally, placed it on the tea table, and poured a cup in front of Fu Yan. "Miss Fu, please drink it while it's hot. I'll pour you more if you need it."

"Thank you, Uncle Luo," Fu Yan smiled. She held no ill will towards Butler Luo.

Before she was imprisoned in Jinling by Huo Mingzheng, no one else here had suffered any repercussions.

He called someone over to brew a cup of Pu-erh tea and placed it before Xiao Ai. “Dr. Xiao, you’ve been studying for so long, must be thirsty,” he said.

Xiaowei caught a glimpse of the teapot filled with red date tea, enough for three people. She subtly averted her gaze and smiled faintly: "Thank you, Luo Shu."

Luo Shu's actions left Cao Fang speechless. This wasn't a hint, but a direct way of telling Xiao Ai doctor that she and Ms. Fu had something going on, and also telling Ms. Fu that Xiao Ai doctor was just a guest.

He Mingzheng took a sip of tea and put the teacup back on the tea table, "I'm sorry Dr. Xiao, I have something to attend to today and can't make time for treatment. Let's reschedule it another day."

Xiao Ai, hearing this, put down her teacup. "It's fine, I have nothing to do on the weekend anyway. I took advantage of your garden and read there for a while."

She placed the book in her hand back on the coffee table and glanced at Fu Yan. It was the one from Huo Mingzheng's study, her copy of "Love During the Huo Rebellion".

Xiaoye explained: "The book was taken from your study by Lao Shu. I hope you don't mind."

"For some reason, after Xiaoyue said that, Luo Shu felt a chill down his spine. Besides Mr. Huo, there was no one else who could do this."

He unconsciously glanced in Huo Mingzheng's direction. The man's cold and silent black eyes were calm, and he said softly, "This is Yan Yan's book."

Luo Shu: "...."

Why wasn't he told about thisit would be a hassle then. Besides, Xiaoyue couldn't accompany him.The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt."Nothing to do with work," Huo Mingzheng put down his cup and rubbed his temple...