"Manman cured it," Lu Xingzhou said in a gentle voice, carrying a trace of pride in his eyes as he spoke.
"Manman? Her?"
Unlike his reaction, the elders exchanged doubtful looks with one another.
Lu Yaobang scrutinized Jiang Man very seriously, examining her closely.
A moment later, he burst into laughter, "Xingzhou, your joke isn't funny at all."
"Do I look like someone who loves to joke?" Lu Xingzhou's face darkened instantly, and his voice became even more muffled and cold.
Lu Yaobang choked and immediately fell silent.
"Then, Xingzhou, why don't you tell us how did Manman cure your illness?" Lu Xuemei wasn't like her second brother, who was extremely afraid of his nephew.
Although she also feared Lu Xingzhou, she still dared to speak out.
