Xiaomei ran to open the door.
Outside was Yang Ningzheng, who had previously sought medicine.
When Yang Ningzheng saw Fu Bing was also there, he smiled and said, "I was passing by and thought Miss Fu and Xiaomei might be here, so I came over to see how you two were doing."
"Thank you for thinking of us. Please, have a seat."
Yang Ningzheng had emerged as a prominent figure in Jiangcheng over the last few years, collaborating with various major families in the city.
At the same time, he belonged to none of these families.
Seeing there was a guest, Uncle He prepared an extra portion of food.
Under his stern gaze, Fu Bing finished a large bowl of medicinal soup.
It was so bitter that her face puckered up.
She said coquettishly, "Why is it so bitter today? Uncle He, do you and Aunt Ning not love me anymore?"
"This is how disobedient children must be treated," Uncle He feigned anger but eventually couldn't help the corners of his eyes crinkling into a smile.
