I listened to my sister's words today.

Jiang Ling cut the steak, picked up a piece with a fork and put it into his mouth, but his eyes were always on the little guy opposite.

The little guy sat at the dining table, his face chubby like a little hamster, stuffing his mouth with steak that Jiang Ling had cut himself, bite after bite.

Jiang Ling couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth, a sense of satisfaction surged in her heart. She raised her hand and touched the little guy's soft hair, then picked up a can of room temperature cola from the side, skillfully opened the pull ring, and handed it in front of her.

"You can drink a little today." Jiang Ling said softly, with a hint of pampering in her tone.

Yun Yiruo's eyes suddenly lit up, as if she had seen a treasure: "Wow! Today is the last meal for execution...!"

Before he could finish his words, he was hit on the forehead with a chestnut.

Yun Yiruo covered her head, pouted and glared at her, but obediently took the Coke.

After feeding the little guy, Jiang Ling looked down at her plate, rolled up the last handful of pasta and put it into her mouth, then ate it slowly.

She took a bottle from her bag and handed it over. Yun Yiru took it, held it in her arms, and drank it in small sips, her eyes full of satisfaction.

The cell phone in Jiang Ling's pocket suddenly rang.

He took out his phone, glanced at the caller ID, and said to the little guy in a soft voice, "Okay, drink up. Don't you still have a lot of places to visit? I'm going to answer a call."

"Yeah!" He responded in a baby voice and waved his little hand, signaling her to go quickly.

Jiang Ling raised her hand and gently pinched the little guy's chubby cheek, then walked to the floor-to-ceiling window with her cell phone, slid the answer button, and immediately a low and rapid reporting voice came from the other end of the microphone.

"Master, we captured Zhao Meng in Country A. We gave him a hard time on the way back, but he refused to say anything. He only revealed that he had deployed devices to spread the virus around the world, and he wanted to use this as leverage to request a meeting with you."

Hearing this, Jiang Ling's eyes darkened, and the hand that was casually turning the pen paused slightly, and the air seemed to freeze in an instant.

The voice was low and cold: "Got it. Don't stop 'entertaining' him until he arrives."

After hanging up the phone, she took a deep breath, looked out the window, rubbed her temples gently, frowned slightly, and felt a wave of fatigue coming over her.

Right now, things seem to be spinning out of her control.

I had originally planned to have a few rare days of leisure, spend time with the little one, and enjoy this brief peace, but this sudden mess messed me up.

Then Jiang Ling dialed the phone, his tone decisive and his words concise and clear: "Call two bodyguards over and keep an eye on the little guy."

She turned her head to look at the little one holding the bottle and said softly, "Sister has something to take care of later. Can you go home first?"

"Ah? But I haven't played enough!" Yun Yiruo pouted in dissatisfaction, her eyes full of reluctance, and she held the bottle even tighter.

"Then I'll have two bodyguards come over to play with you, okay?"

"I'll pick you up once I'm done with this."

Yun Yiruo angrily slammed the bottle on the table and muttered, "No, you promised to play with me today."

"Then I'll come play with you again tomorrow?" Jiang Ling's tone softened a little, trying to persuade him.

"No, no, I just want to play today!" Xiao Yun Yiruo shook her head and acted coquettishly, her voice revealing the cunning and stubbornness unique to a fox.

Jiang Ling raised her hand and gently held the little guy on her lap, coaxing him while rocking him slightly, as if soothing a furry kitten: "No, I have something I have to take care of myself."

"Either you endure it today and we'll have fun tomorrow, or you just be obedient now. Choose one."

"Ah~! Another multiple choice question!" Yun Yiruo wailed, holding her head, her furry little ears trembling with anger.

Then I want to go play alone, without bodyguards, is that okay?"

"No." Jiang Ling said firmly without thinking.

"Then I don't want it!" Yun Yiruo pouted again, put her hands on her hips, and shouted angrily, "Either sister accompany me, or let me go out and play alone."

Jiang Ling was amused by her little appearance. She reached out and gently pinched her cheek, her smile full of doting: "How come you are so smart, little thing?"

He paused, his eyes slightly helpless, yet filled with a reassuring gentleness, "Okay, but you have to promise me that you won't touch those dangerous things, understand?"

Jiang Ling continued, "The bodyguards will still come, but they will wait for you at a farther place and will never disturb you from having fun. However..."

She pulled out a red collar from the bag beside her, her eyes glittering with cunning, "You must wear this."

"What...is this?" he asked cautiously, with a hint of fear in his tone.

"To protect you."

"Put it on and you can play as you please."

"Don't worry, I won't lie to you."

Yun Yiru's eyes flickered, and finally he looked down at his hands, then at Jiang Ling, and suddenly a sly smile appeared on his face.

The next second, its body shrank rapidly and turned into a furry little fox, which directly crawled into the red collar with quick and neat movements.

"Whoever gives me milk is my mother." He muttered softly, wagging his furry tail, as if he had completely accepted the existence of the collar.

Jiang Ling couldn't help but laugh out loud, her eyes full of doting and satisfaction. She reached out and gently picked up the little fox in the red collar, whispering, "Be good, have fun, sister will be back soon."

Then, he took out the business card that the head teacher had handed him that morning. The edge of the business card was slightly curled up, as if it had been handled many times, and it felt slightly rough.

He glanced at the number above and then dialed the number.

At this time, the headmaster was standing at the door of the restaurant, looking anxious, as if waiting for someone.

He glanced towards the hall from time to time, his face full of impatience.

Suddenly, the ringing of a cell phone cut through the noise in the restaurant. He glanced at the caller ID and his brows instantly twisted into a knot.

I picked up the phone irritably: "Didn't I tell you? Don't call me now, I'm busy!"

Jiang Ling's tone was calm but with a hint of coldness: "Are you so busy? Then can you spare some time to come to the private room just now?"

The headmaster on the other end of the phone immediately changed his tone, speaking rapidly, and quickly apologized with a smile, "No, no, Mr. Jiang, I was so busy just now that I didn't notice it was you!"

As soon as the phone was hung up, there was a rapid knock on the door outside the private room, one after another, as if containing some kind of urgent mood.

Jiang Ling walked to the door and unlocked it.

The headmaster was sweating all over, with an apologetic look on his face as if he had rushed over. A few beads of sweat could be seen sliding down his forehead and temples.

With a cautious smile between breaths, he said, "Boss Jiang, I'm sorry, there's a new intern here today, and a lot of things haven't been sorted out, so there's been a slight delay."