"Cao Yong didn’t tell us you’re leaving the day after tomorrow," Zhai Yunsheng muttered about how his nephew really wasn’t reliable in this matter.

"We decided to leave the day after tomorrow just yesterday and planned to tell Dr. Cao today or tomorrow," Sun Rongfang said. "Dr. Cao might be very busy with work, I haven’t seen him yet. He’s very kind and would come over to help me cook if he has a chance." 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Cao Yong, this nephew, tells others not to rush as he himself hurries, enjoying the proximity advantage to please Mother Xie first. Zhai Yunsheng was speechless inside.

"Yingying, go boil a kettle of hot water for Dr. Chang and Director Zhai to have some tea," Sun Rongfang instructed her daughter.

Xie Wanying turned around to go to the kitchen to boil water.

"Sit down, sit down, Director Zhai," Sun Rongfang moved a sofa spot for the guest, turning her head to see that Chang Jiawei, who arrived first, had gone to sit across, and said, "You’re all doctors, right? You must be familiar with each other."

"Mhm," Zhai Yunsheng casually responded, but in fact, they weren’t colleagues at the same hospital and didn’t know each other well.

Chang Jiawei felt awkward sitting as well as standing up and walking, puzzled as to why he was here visiting with Cao Yong’s uncle, the storyline clearly deviating from his original plan. What should he do now?

"We’ll clean up the house when we leave. Anyway, we’re very, very grateful to you for lending us the house," Sun Rongfang expressed deep gratitude, mistaking him for the landlord.

Seeing the pit his nephew had dug for him, Zhai Yunsheng was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, and gently said, "This house isn’t mine. I’m here to see Yingying and you all."

Huh?

"I’ve met Yingying a few times before; we get along quite well. She’s doing great in her studies. Once she asked me which department to work in in the future, and I suggested she could join us in Fang Ze Neurosurgery if possible."

Sun Rongfang seemed to understand now that this person was also a teacher of her daughter, visiting like the previous teachers.

Ahem, ahem. Chang Jiawei cleared his throat, surprised at how well the cultured Cao Family could spin tales.

Ding dong, the doorbell rang.

Who else might visit?

Xie Youtian and Xiao Duoduo raced to the door to open it for their beloved brother.

"Let me," this time Xie Youtian got ahead of his little cousin, not wanting her to open another surprise.

"Who is he?" Xiao Duoduo pointed at the person at the door and asked.

Xie Youtian turned back, saw that the brother standing at the door had an unfamiliar face, and exclaimed: Oh my—another surprise came out.

Tonight, both the uncle and brother who have shown up are drop-dead gorgeous men.

The hearts of these two little ones pounded as if hit by an arrow.

The uncle in front was like a movie star, and the new brother at the door was like a television male lead, sporting the trendiest haircut. At least Xie Youtian hadn’t seen him in Songyuan before, eyes fixated on the brother’s hairstyle.

The brother’s short shaggy hair with a gap in the bangs looked like a tiny peach heart, making Xiao Duoduo, a little girl with a crush, swoon. Xiao Duoduo shook her head, no, no, Brother Pan is the most handsome.

But she couldn’t escape the reality that the new brother was stylishly handsome.

In a black jacket with a pure white cashmere sweater underneath, appearing like a radiant prince, the brother’s face was flawlessly fair, his eyes sparkled like embedded black glass, and the smile in his eyes overflowed like clear springs, his deep-set eyes seemingly having foreseen the two youngsters would open the door for him.

Xie Youtian and Xiao Duoduo, these two clever little devils, finally snapped back a bit: This new brother might be handsome, yet apparently not simple.

"Isn’t it Brother Cao?" Sun Rongfang stood up and asked her son again.