Yang Ruxin let out a faint, inward sigh. With their daughter's mental issues, the Dong Family couple could only find a son-in-law to take over the family business, but their choice was rather poor—they picked a white-eyed... beast.
Yang Ruxin couldn't be bothered to watch the man's performance and turned to leave.
"I'll see you out," Dong Wenming said as he heard the movement and came in. Though he didn't quite understand what was happening, he didn't ask.
Meanwhile, Yang Baiyue watched Yang Ruxin's retreating figure, a glint of sharpness flashing in his eyes.
"Master Dong, please remain here." Once outside the room, Yang Ruxin glanced at Dong Wenming. "I'll come again next month on time..."
"Lady Xinxin, it's already noon. Would you stay for a meal?" Dong Wenming felt today presented an opportunity. He needed to have a proper talk with her.