After getting off work at six in the evening, Ye Fan drove to the Dingsheng International Hotel and entered the presidential suite to pack his luggage.
Concerned that his astute mother might notice something was up, Ye Fan simply packed all his belongings and brought them back to Li Zhaojun's villa, determined to look as though he planned to live there long term.
Wei Ziling, seeing Ye Fan's apparent moving effort, couldn't help but worry about the prospect of losing her job.
Approaching Ye Fan, she carefully asked, "Mr. Ye, are you... going to leave?"
"Hehe, no," Ye Fan paused in his packing, stood up straight, and said with a smile, "I'm just moving to another place for a week's stay. You don't need to worry."
Wei Ziling breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Do you still need me to stew the medicinal soup during this week?"
"Not necessary. Consider this week your holiday. You'll still get your salary," Ye Fan said.
"Mm," Wei Ziling happily responded, "I'll help you pack."
