When Xiahou Jingmu arrived at Xiahou Yi's sickroom, the old butler, Uncle Zhong, was taking care of Xiahou Yi.
"He hit you?"
Even though the old butler tried his best to hide it.
But, as he was wiping Xiahou Yi's body with water, Xiahou Yi still saw the bruises on his arm.
An old man of nearly his own age, those scars on Uncle Zhong's body deeply pained Xiahou Yi's eyes.
"No, the old general has seen wrong." The pitiful old butler still tried to cover it up, not wanting to worry him.
Xiahou Yi finally became furious.
"Clang!" He swung his arm and knocked the basin to the floor.
Just at that moment, Xiahou Jingmu arrived and saw the overturned basin rolling on the floor.
There was also, water spilled all over the place.
"What? I come here, and this makes you so angry?"
He was wheeled in, and that was the first thing he blurted out.
When Xiahou Yi heard this, he abruptly turned his head, his eyes fixed on this ungrateful bastard, even the blood vessels in them bursting out.
