"Young Master Nian, your illness has always been kept secret, so I assume it's not appropriate to let other people know about it, right? Besides, I've been responsible for your recovery all this time, and no one knows about your condition better than I. You don't need to be angry. Madam isn't a stranger, and she really cares about you," said Doctor Han seriously.
"Are you threatening me now?" cried Nian Junting as his voice turned deeper and colder than before.
"How do I dare?" Doctor Han said with a bitter laugh.
Nian Junting coldly hung up the phone and unhappily glanced at Luosang sat beside him eating fried bread sticks and porridge.
Luosang sensed the tense atmosphere, so she bravely raised her head to look straight at the owner of the gaze fixed on her. She couldn't pronounce clearly as she was still chewing her food, but she looked quite calm.
"Madam just said that I can have whatever I want," she said.
