But there were always those who insisted on disrupting her plans.
There was a knock on the door before Cheng Fang entered, "Miss Duan..."
"I want to paint, tell him I'm busy these days and don't have any free time to go over," Duan Fei said without lifting her head.
"Miss Duan, the old Master Rong is here, right downstairs."
Duan Fei was startled, her fingers ceasing to move.
"Third Master doesn't know about this matter yet. Will you go down to see him? Or shall I convey a message to Third Master?"
After a moment of thought, Duan Fei stood up, "I'll go down."
**
Downstairs, the old Master Rong sat on the sofa, his gaze sharp as he surveyed the room.
He seldom visited this villa, since Rong Moyong would return to the old house for the holidays to keep him company anyway.
Footsteps sounded.