Back in his room, Wang Zhiyuan was second-guessing himself. What was so wrong about playing the father figure? It was only natural for a dad to discipline his kid. He should've just sent Lin Moran to face Qian Haiyang's wrath. As he was stewing in his resentment, Lin Moran knocked on his door.
Regaining his cool, Wang Zhiyuan said, "Come in."
Lin Moran entered, holding a tracksuit. "I saw a sale at the mall on my way back and decided to check it out. I found this tracksuit. The pants are loose, so they should cover your cast. I thought I'd buy it for you. Do you like it?" He watched Wang Zhiyuan's face carefully.
Unexpectedly, Wang Zhiyuan cracked a smile. "I like the color. Thanks."
Lin Moran's eyes lit up like crescent moons. "I'm glad you like it, Master."
Wang Zhiyuan's smile lasted until Lin Moran closed the door behind him. Then his face darkened.
Cover his cast? Was Lin Moran planning on him wearing a cast forever?