Seeing the wicked steward head up the mountain, Wang Zhengfei was not surprised. Since Miss Wang could send the old hunter up the mountain, she could naturally send the steward as well. But remembering how the wicked steward's scheme had nearly cost him his life, a chill faintly settled over Wang Zhengfei's face.
The steward did not care about Wang Zhengfei's attitude. As long as Wang Zhengfei was not dead, he could answer to his young miss. The old hunter was naturally sent home by the servants, while Wang Zhengfei was brought back to the Wang residence by the steward. Wang Zhengfei's mother had not slept all night. When she saw her son return safely, her vision went black, and she collapsed to the ground, unable to remain standing. Wang Zhengfei was greatly alarmed and, caring for nothing else, rushed toward her—but the steward stopped him again.
"Wang Zhengfei..." The steward sneered. "Your mother is fine. Last night, she ate plenty of chicken, duck, fish, and meat at my Wang residence. Now that you have returned today, she was originally to be sent back into the dog cage. But since she is weak, there is no need. Our agreement still stands! If you are not confident, you still have half a day..."
Wang Zhengfei looked painfully at his unconscious mother and cut the steward off. "No need. We'll do it now!"
"Good!" The steward waved a hand. "Bring everything over!"
"Woof! Woof!" The vicious dog roared as it was brought into the dog cage. Several servants carried over the desk and the previous portrait, while Wang Zhengfei's mother slowly came around upon hearing the barking.
At this moment, Master Wang also strolled over leisurely and sat in a grand armchair to watch. Wang Zhengfei did not go to the desk.