Lin Long spent the whole day thinking, 'My salary is going to be deducted from the tomb, but I'm working hard for the Ninth Master's happiness.'
When she heard Huo Xiting call her a 'dam', she felt like she was floating and swallowed her saliva." Madam...is upstairs."
Huo Xiting nodded and prepared to go upstairs.
Lin Long suddenly pulled him back, his face unafraid of death. "Ninth Master! I have followed you for so many years. Even if there is no merit, there is hard work. I hope that you will give me a quick death on account of how hard I've worked all these years."
Huo Xiting was speechless.
What did the hospital say about Lin Long's condition? Could he still be saved?
He went straight upstairs.
Huo Xiting pushed open the door and suddenly felt that something was wrong.
The bamboo room was his private property, and even the servants and butlers were not allowed to enter. But now, it was obvious that someone had entered.
