"Good Yuyu, sleep a little longer."
Under Ding Yixin's calming touch, Rong Xingyu soon relaxed again.
He smacked his lips unconsciously and sank back into a sweet dream.
After Rong Xingyu fell into deep sleep, Ding Yixin carefully got out of bed.
He tucked the blanket around Rong Xingyu, straightened his own sleepwear, and then walked out.
The old housekeeper was in the courtyard taking care of a few rare plants, humming a little tune.
He looked as though he was in a very good mood.
When he saw Ding Yixin walking toward him, the housekeeper stopped what he was doing with a slightly guilty look and called out, "Young Master."
"Uncle Shu, you have been in the Rong family for so many years," Ding Yixin said as he used his fingers to lightly play with a flower petal, sounding calm and careless. "You should know that the thing I hate the most is someone interfering in my business."
His expression was still gentle and his brows carried clear satisfaction.
