"What? You said Master Su is coming over tonight? And to visit the sick?"
Ling Feng, who was practicing swordsmanship in the courtyard of Tianshu East Courtyard, suddenly heard this news brought back by Ouyang Jing and his face instantly darkened, his voice rising an octave.
"Who said I was sick?"
Ling Feng scowled, scanning the crowd.
"Him!" Everyone pointed at Ouyang Jing in unison.
"Boss, I was just trying to cover for you, who knew Master Su would take it so seriously!" Ouyang Jing grimaced, quickly moving forward to serve Ling Feng tea, massage his shoulders and legs, and said with a beaming smile, "Boss, your brother is truly loyal to you!"
"Enough, enough!"
Ling Feng waved off Ouyang Jing's hands, realizing that today he would have to pretend to be ill.
The Heir of Medical Saint playing sick...
A sense of resignation arose in Ling Feng's heart.
...
As time passed, the sky gradually darkened.
