Just then, a knock sounded at the door. Su Mo approached the door and opened it a crack. Standing outside was Uncle Fu, holding a bowl:
"Made some medicine specifically for bruises and injuries. Let Miss Yun drink it, young master."
"Thank you, Uncle Fu. Please prepare some food later and bring it to the room. It's best she avoids the wind for now."
"Alright, is Miss Yun alright?"
"She's fine."
Su Mo said, "Uncle Yang knows his limits when it comes to dealing a blow."
"He knows his limits my ass."
Uncle Fu was quite displeased with that remark: "Does he really think no one else looks out for Miss Yun besides him? If you ask me, young master, you shouldn't drag your feet, get the marriage dealt with soon. Miss Yun really thinks highly of you. You can't let her down…"
"I know, I know."
Su Mo couldn't help but smile wryly as he closed the door.
Yang Xiaoyun curiously asked, "Who was it?"
"Uncle Fu."
