Thunderbolt relayed Feng Chen's words and did not notice the change in his master's expression.
"Young Master Feng was really touched. I think his eyes were red."
This was the first time Mo Beiyuan doubted the ability of his number one secret guard. He placed his pen on the pen holder and swept his gaze over. "So, you gave those medical books and pill formulas to Feng Chen? Is he still in the mood to read?"
"Yes… Ah… Did I give it to the wrong person?"
Thunderbolt realized that he might have misunderstood his master's meaning and sent the gifts to the wrong person. A layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.
But in the entire Imperial Residence, other than Young Master Feng Chen, who else liked to read medical books?
Soon, he had an answer.
Of course, only those three could make Master spend so much effort.
The two young masters would definitely not read medical books, so only Miss Yun was left.
