Lin Mianmian twisted her handkerchief, reluctant, "Master, you know well what I am referring to."
"I do not," Chu Heng replied coldly and mercilessly, like a foul stone, "Go back and rest."
It was merely an ordinary phrase, yet it carried supreme authority.
Though reluctant, Lin Mianmian could only leave. She did not want to lose face in front of Ye Muyu, especially since her father had discreetly hinted in the afternoon that he hoped she would catch Chu Heng's attention, acknowledging his capabilities.
She did not know what had happened during this period, but her father had surprisingly changed his attitude towards Chu Heng.
Once Lin Mianmian had left, Chu Heng's dark eyes turned to Ye Muyu, "Has the wound healed?"
Ye Muyu had not expected him to say that, but she was suppressing anger in her heart. She hummed noncommittally, "Dinner has already been ordered. The chef is preparing it. Would the master like to bathe first?"
