"Alright, as long as you're confident. Get lost. I don't want to see you at all!" The Old Master waved his hand impatiently.
"You have to take your medicine on time." With that, Fu Sinian left.
"It's none of your business!" the Old Master retorted angrily.
As soon as Fu Sinian left, the Old Master's phone rang.
Glancing at the caller ID, the Old Master really didn't want to answer, but he had no choice.
He had already done everything. There was no way he wouldn't dare to take responsibility.
"Hello!" the Old Master greeted angrily.
"Old Master Fu." The other party's tone was cheerful. "How have you been recently?"
"I'm still the same old me. I'm old and about to be buried. My heart isn't good and I can't take any stimuli. I don't see you bringing any fruit to see me."
"Old Master, you're still strong despite your age!"
"Why don't you say I'm still young?"
