"Don't talk so much, if you won't drink it, just give it here." Qi Yue feigned an attempt to snatch the water bottle.
"Drink, why wouldn't I drink," Huang Zai'an hurriedly tucked the bottle into his chest, his face breaking into a smile, "Good disciple, will you bring one for your master every day from now on?"
"Mm."
Qi Yue narrowed her eyes and let out a "mm" from her throat.
She had just taken his pulse and discovered that this cheap master's lungs were failing, and without suitable medicine, he wouldn't live much longer.
Although Huang Zai'an was only her temporary master, he had been kind to her.
Moreover, considering the current situation, she would inevitably have to deal with Hu Chengxuan and his son in the future. The title of 'master' for Huang Zai'an served as a layer of protection for her, offering many conveniences.
