The next morning, Xia Ziyu and Han Hongyue hurried to Ye Fei's residence.
Seeing that Ye Fei had already woken up early and was practicing martial arts in the courtyard, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and walked over with a smile.
"Good morning!"
Xia Ziyu seemed somewhat dissatisfied, "How can you be like this! Covered in injuries, yet you can't stay put and heal properly in bed!"
Ye Fei laughed, "My injuries have all healed, why should I still rest?"
Xia Ziyu, upon hearing this, looked bewildered, "How is that possible? You're lying!"
As she spoke, Xia Ziyu had already rushed to Ye Fei's side, took his right hand, and rolled up his sleeve.
Seeing that the wound on the right arm was as smooth as new, without a trace of injury, Xia Ziyu was stunned.
"How can this be? Your injuries have really all healed!"
Ye Fei laughed heartily and walked toward the room.
"Tell me, what brings you here so early in the morning? What do you want to do?"
