With a slight smile, Murong Feng was just about to responded, when he raised his head and saw that Yin Chu Fan was just walking in, so her called out politely: “Mr. Yin.” Jing Wan smiled and called out: “Father!” Murong Feng said to Jing Wan: “I still have some business to attend to, I will come back later to see you” and to Yin Chu Fan, he said: “If Mr. Yin has any requests, do not act as an outsider, just order the servants to do it.”
After he left, Yin Chu Fan sat there, taking out his tobacco pipe. Because he had heard the nurse say that smoking was not allowed there, he only held it in his mouth as a habit, but he did not light it. Jing Wan watched the young tiger stretch out its paws, reaching between the crevices of the cage to scratch at the designs on the carpet while hissing. Deep in thought, Yin Chu Fan gazed at the young tiger for a while, and then tapped his tobacco pipe against the table. Jing Wang called out: “Father…” Yin Chu Fan sighed and said: “Child, his social status is too high.”