In the end, father Xia clutched his chest, his whole body twitching, and the documents in his hands fell to the ground.
Seeing that he was about to fall ill again, Liancheng Yazhi and Secretary Zhou did not move and let the old master suffer by himself.
Fortunately, after a while, father Xia finally caught his breath. His old face seemed to have lost all life. He asked in a trembling voice, " "Are these kasayas real?"
Liancheng Yazhi was almost done eating. He put down his chopsticks, picked up the tea, and took a sip gracefully."It's useless for me to tell you whether it's true or not. You already have the answer in your heart, don't you?"
