"Feng Gang, I think you're twisting what Dad said. Let me go in and ask him myself!"
Leaving that remark behind, Mu Dongyu started to head towards the old man's bedroom.
Feng Gang stepped in front of him first, extending an arm to block his way.
"Hold on, sir! At this moment, it's best not to disturb the old man's rest."
Mu Dongyu wasn't buying it, and angrily replied, "Feng Gang, get out of my way. You're just a butler, yet you dare to block my path?"
Feng Gang's face darkened, and his voice rose a notch.
"Sir, I urge you to go back for now."
"This is the master's order. If there's any offense in a moment, then..."
Feng Gang didn't finish, but the threat in his words was very clear.
Mu Dongyu no longer moved, his brows tightly furrowed, secretly weighing his options.
Feng Gang had been with the Mu family and the old man for many years. Though only a butler, the old man trusted him greatly.
