The moment Qi Haoran received Mu Yangling's letter, he excitedly opened it. He had just read the first letter when his face froze. He widened his eyes and looked back and forth twice before confirming that he had not seen wrongly.
"I didn't hear Zijin mention that Uncle vomited blood." Qi Haoran muttered and tried his best to recall, but he still couldn't recall if this was in the intelligence report.
After hesitating for a long time, he finally went to look for Fan Zijin with a cautious heart and specially got someone to prepare good wine and dishes.
Fan Zijin had just returned exhausted. When he saw this, he raised his eyebrows and sat at the table. "You're in a good mood today."
Qi Haoran chuckled and poured some wine for Fan Zijin. "Cousin, you've lost weight these few days. Eat more."
