"Master?" Yu Song glanced at Bo Jinchuan through the rearview mirror.
Bo Jinchuan gradually stopped writing. He closed the document and placed it aside before looking at Yu Song.
He instructed quietly, "Buy some medicine for sprains and bruises."
Yu Song seemed to understand everything instantly. After replying with a "right away", he opened the car door and walked into the pharmacy.
…
"Young Master, you're back." Lairong's eyes were sparkling and warm. The old madam had incredible foresight indeed.
"Yeah."
answered Bo Jinchuan as he changed his shoes before strolling into the living room.
His cool gaze scanned the living room, but there was no sight of a familiar figure. Turning around, he was about to head upstairs when he heard a soft voice coming from the kitchen.
"Does he like seafood? Crabs? Prawns? Doesn't look like he does…"
