"Dad..."
The sound of Feng Wei came from the living room. Old Master Feng was momentarily taken aback, then turned his wheelchair toward the study door. He casually opened the study door, then drove himself to the living room: "Looks like there's something on your mind."
Looking at Feng Wei, Old Master Feng frowned slightly. He didn't ask, but went straight for the statement.
Because Feng Wei's mind was obviously weighed down right now.
Fang Su adjusted her expression and walked out of the study: "Wei, you've come?!"
Feng Wei responded to her, then heard Fang Su say: "I'll go brew some tea for you and Dad."
"No need to trouble yourself."
Feng Wei politely declined, then pushed Old Master Feng back into the study, closing the door behind him.
Standing where she was, Fang Su stared at the tightly closed study door for a long moment, then turned and went up to the second floor.
