"Very well, I'll be right there!"
He rushed out of the inn and mounted his horse.
Not long after, a young beggar edged closer to Su Lang, "Eldest Brother, look quickly, that's the carriage!"
The carriage was parked outside a restaurant, and Su Lang snorted coldly before storming into the establishment.
Inside the restaurant, Aunt Zhao was using a pair of chopsticks to serve He Su some dishes.
He Su could not swallow her food. Aunt Zhao frowned and then persuaded, "Owner, you really should eat something, or your body may not hold up."
He Su weakly gestured with her hand, "Aunt Zhao, I really can't eat."
Seeing her like this, Aunt Zhao felt even more certain that what she was doing was right!
Phoenix Blood was like a malignant tumor growing in the Owner's heart; the Owner had too deep of feelings for that person, and that ungrateful person dared to trample on the Owner's sentiments repeatedly?
