Xu Xiangbei brought Ah Rong a roast duck, her slender white hands tearing the duck into pieces, the fragrant and crispy duck meat spilling oil with every bite.
While enjoying the delicious roast duck, Ah Rong showed a grateful smile: "Thank you for bringing the duck. Would you like to join me?"
Xu Xiangbei waved his hand with a smile: "I've already eaten, you go ahead and enjoy."
Licking the oil from her fingers, Ah Rong asked: "Have you finished everything in Yanjing?"
"Everything's done, just waiting for the bidding in a week. How are you feeling now, does the wound still hurt?"
Ah Rong laughed dismissively: "It still hurts a bit, but such a small injury is nothing to me."
Xu Xiangbei said with concern: "Can you be discharged now? If not, stay a few more days to heal here."
Ah Rong's lovely face showed a disdainful expression: "I'm not that fragile, go and do the discharge procedures for me, I've had enough of being here."
