"You tired, huh? You're practically falling apart." Third Young Master Jun said with a pitiful expression.
Ye Lu glared at him annoyed by his shifty behavior, but she noticed his complexion indeed paled, and there was a faint cold sweat on his forehead, so she said no more.
Soon, the Old Madam Jun and the others arrived. The moment they stepped through the door, Third Young Master Jun immediately sat straight up, lounging against the sofa with his legs crossed, as if he hadn't a care in the world.
On his handsome face was a lazy and unrestrained expression, nowhere near that of a sick person.
Ye Lu was slightly taken aback, facing a family where even the relatives had to engage in such underhanded scheming—didn't they find it exhausting?
"Jun Huang, are you okay? I heard you were injured," the Old Madam said with concern as soon as she arrived, looking worriedly at Third Young Master Jun.
