The veins on his forehead had already popped out, and his whole body was trembling continuously, but still, a burst of noise kept coming...
"Enough, can you please stop laughing!"
Old Han put down the hand covering his mouth and glanced at Feng Shurong, knowing full well that his burst of laughter right now was indecorous and somewhat too much at someone else's expense, so he also tried to stifle his laughter.
But as he turned his head, he saw Tang Fangjing and Wang Qingqing both laughing at him, softly adding, "She's really losing it," and in an instant, Old Han couldn't hold back anymore.
"Hahaha... No, I'm not laughing at you, I just... just remembered something happy, hahaha..."
"You're all going too far!" Feng Shurong threw down those words and prepared to leave, and then... Dong Xiangmei spoke up.
"Hey, hey, hey, my consultation isn't over yet. Why are you leaving? I put in a lot of effort to secure this appointment!"
