Madam Is Pregnant

With the master gone, it was only natural for his subordinates to make their exit as well. Xu Yi and Zhuang Ling stepped forward, bowing and flashing apologetic grins. "Mr. Sheng, it's all a misunderstanding. You're always welcome to dine at Clearcreek Mansion. Please excuse us."

Sheng Jian watched the orderly withdrawal, the muscles on his face twitching uncontrollably. It was unclear whether he was enraged or just cold. Without a word, Sheng Jian rummaged in his pocket and produced a folded piece of paper, tossing it to Xu Yi. "Here, take this. It's Rong Qi's medical report."

Grinning, Xu Yi took the paper without even looking at it and slipped it into his own pocket. "Thanks, Mr. Sheng."

Once everyone had departed, Sheng Jian's assistant cautiously approached, swallowing hard. "Mr. Sheng, are we just letting this slide?"