"Fine!" Meng Xingzhi sighed, he wasn't here to quarrel, and quarreling wouldn't solve any problems. "I'll peel an apple for you." As he said this, he reached for an apple from the fruit basket on the floor and went to find a knife, but Meng Ping snatched it away.
"You're not touching my apple."
"..." Meng Xingzhi was utterly baffled. Had his authority as Chairman Meng become so insignificant?
Meng Ping didn't care how displeased his father looked and got out of bed to move the fruit to his own bedside table, eyeing it closely and not letting anyone else touch it.
Meng Xingzhi guessed that the apple was probably bought by Sheng Ning, which was why his son treasured it like the apple of his eye.
Their Meng Family was full of romantics!
"I heard you had Shen Feihu arrest Shen Yu today?"
"Yep!" Meng Xingzhi's right hand was on the bedside tea table, tapping away. The relaxed him looked a decade older than usual.
"When can you be discharged?"
