"Yeah." Zhong Nuannuan nodded.
Leng Jinpeng swallowed the pill cooperatively.
"Let us begin the acupuncture now."
"Alright. What should I do?"
"Uncle Leng, you just have to lie on the sofa. Leave the rest to me."
"Alright."
Leng Jinpeng walked to the sofa slowly and sat down. Suddenly, he asked, "You're the one who saved that kid, Lil Rui yesterday, right?"
Zhong Nuannuan's body froze from the unexpected question.
Leng Jinpeng was sure that his guess was correct from her reaction.
"Thank you for saving Lil Rui."
Zhong Nuannuan could not help but rub her nose. She felt slightly miserable.
It was all Leng Qirui, the blabbermouth's, fault.
Leng Jinpeng could read Zhong Nuannuan's thoughts, so he immediately tried to absolve his son of any guilt. "Lil Rui is not the one who told me."
Zhong Nuannuan raised her eyebrow.
