Duan Yunfei has a sharp tongue and a bad temper?
Shen Qinglan thought that the Duan Yunfei Luo Jing spoke of might not be the same one she knew!
At least, from the time she knew Duan Yunfei to now, she had never seen him lose his temper or say anything malicious.
"Mom, I'm your son."
Duan Yunfei's voice, tinged with a bit of helplessness, came from the doorway.
Unexpectedly, Duan Yunfei had already been standing at the door for some time.
Luo Jing's eyelids twitched, and she quickly changed her tune, saying, "Well, I was just talking nonsense. My son is good at everything!"
Shen Qinglan and Madam Xuan both lowered their eyes in a lighthearted smile involuntarily.
"Son, weren't you discussing matters with your father? How come you came back so soon?" Luo Jing's voice carried a hint of guilt.
"Nothing much. Father called me over to ask me to go down the mountain to help handle the refugee situation."
