"Patriarch." After hearing his subordinate's hurried report, He Lin supported the middle-aged man who had yet to recover from the medicine's effects and hesitantly said, "Young Master Nan is here."
Ji Lingfeng's forehead was drenched in sweat. His eyes were filled with pain, and his lips had turned a blackish-purple.
His emotions fluctuated at He Lin's report, causing his lungs to itch.
Ji Lingfeng opened his eyes and pounced forward. With a muffled cough, he grabbed the towel and caught what came out of his throat.
Black blood ran through the wet towel between his fingers.
He Lin was shocked and quickly supported him. "Patriarch, don't get agitated. There's water on the table. Please moisten your throat."
How could Ji Lingfeng calm down? After the pain in his lungs barely subsided, he looked at He Lin with eagle eyes. "Why is he here?!"
