Jeng Ruyue herself, however, was slightly smiling, comforting her Husband.
"How is it?" asked Lin Yuan as she quietly walked over to Xia Zheng's side, noticing Lao Fan with his eyes closed, unsure whether he was taking the pulse or sleeping.
Xia Zheng shrugged, "He's been asleep for a while now."
Xiao Linshuang, who was busy stuffing Osmanthus Cake into her mouth, pinched his arm hard, causing Xia Zheng almost to jump out of his chair in pain: "My master wasn't sleeping, he was taking the pulse!"
"You little brat, daring to treat your brother-in-law like this, watch me..."
Before Xia Zheng could finish, Lin Yuan pinched his arm again, "Don't talk, Lao Fan has finished."
No sooner had she spoken than everyone's gaze swiftly turned to Lao Fan. They saw him first gather his hands from Jeng Ruyue's wrist, flexed them a bit, and then, without a word, he tried to pick up the teapot to pour himself some water.
