"This is the medicine for the young master, and your job is to make sure he swallows it." Di Sheng pushed the door open, handing her a small bowl.
The small bowl contained a spoon, and the medicine that Xiao Lang was supposed to take had been crushed and mixed with warm boiled water.
The bowl of medicine, with its strange color, looked like a mishmash of different colored pills.
Jian Yufei took the bowl and spoke calmly to Di Sheng: "I think there are a few things I need to clarify with you.
First, it is your young master who has shown kindness to me, and it is my duty to take care of him.
Second, his illness doesn't concern me, so stop giving me that look. I don't owe you anything.
Third, I am taking care of your young master to repay his favor, not because I am your servant. You need to improve your attitude towards me."
