The sun had set, and Yu Chiyin returned home from work.
He took the slippers offered by the servant and glanced in the direction of the living room, his brow furrowing slightly, "Where is the madam?"
"The madam is in the parlor, and both the young master and the young miss are with her," the servant replied respectfully.
"Understood, you may leave," he said.
Curious about what his wife and children were doing in the parlor, Chiyin made a detour to take a look, only to find Lu Fengxuan taking Butler Lin's pulse.
Next to her lay a brand-new set of Golden Needles, her concentration was intense, looking every bit the part of an ancient divine physician.
"What are you doing?" he walked over and asked.
Just as Lu Fengxuan finished taking the pulse, she ignored him and first said to Butler Lin,
