"Mrs. Luo is right, that Zhong Yulang is just a grasshopper that can't leap out of your hand no matter how hard it tries!" the servant hurriedly said, trying to flatter her.
Mrs. Luo grunted in a satisfied manner, and with a dismissive wave of her hand said, "Enough, don't bring up that depressing matter, how is Qiao Yuanzhen doing?"
"Qiao Yuanzhen? He's quite well."
Mrs. Luo glared at him, "I'm asking if he has recovered?"
Only then did the servant realize what Mrs. Luo meant, and quickly said, "He has, he has recovered. It's been several days of good food and good drink for him, how could he not be well? He's waiting for you at any moment!"
With that, Mrs. Luo stood up, a lecherous smile appearing on her face, "Then I shall go see him."
These past days, Qiao Yuanzhen had indeed been living comfortably—besides eating and drinking lavishly, he also had a bunch of servants at his command. He had never lived such a luxurious life, only his behind hurt terribly.
