“Isn’t your mother going to pick me up when I’m discharged from the hospital?”
“Mom didn’t say it. Maybe we don’t have time. It will be the same if we three brothers call Feng Qing to pick up dad.”
Children can just pick up their old father from the hospital.
The old mother would come whenever she came. If she didn’t come, they would not dare to ask her to come.
Zheng Hua sighed.
I don’t know if I should regret the choices I made when I was young.
…
The cafe on the first floor of Fengze Hotel.
Feng Qing was sitting by the window. She wore a mask, sunglasses, and a hat to cover her facial features.
She ordered a cup of coffee and a few exquisite snacks, then leaned back on her chair and looked out the window.
About ten minutes later, someone opposite her pulled out a chair and sat down.
“Why are you still wearing sunglasses and a mask, so wrapped up tightly?”
The person sitting opposite her was Hai Ling.
Hai Ling did not wear a mask, but she also wore sunglasses and a hat. After coming in, she took off the hat and stuffed it into her bag.
Feng Qing said: “I don’t want people to recognize me.”
“What’s wrong? Are you in a bad mood?”
“We don’t have any opponents anymore, so shouldn’t we be in a good mood?”
Feng Qing took off her sunglasses and mask, put them on the table, and said, “I didn’t do anything. She didn’t die in my hands.”
“Even if you’re in a good mood, it’s hard to show it.”
Hai Ling waved to the waiter and asked for a cup of coffee. After the waiter left, she tasted a piece of snacks and praised: “The snacks here are good and delicious.”
“It doesn’t matter whose hotel it is.”
Feng Qing smiled authentically and added, “I heard that several young masters from the Zhan family are good at cooking.”
Hai Ling replied: “The ones I am most familiar with are my brother-in-law, and Yichen and Haoyu. These three people are indeed good at cooking.”
“People who are good at cooking manage the hotel, so the snacks in the hotel cafe will naturally be delicious.”