Liu Huo shot a puzzled look at Ji Fengyan, who looked innocent and unscheming. The frustration stuck in his chest diminished a lot immediately.
"Gong Zhiyu?"
"Yes, he is the sickly man who had followed me back just now. Tsk tsk, you have to care for your body, otherwise it will be real trouble when you become like him," Ji Fengyan said seriously. Both Gong Zhiyu's qualities or behaviour were very outstanding; only the murderous look between his brows was unsuited for the aura he had emitted. Even though Gong Zhiyu did not say anything, Ji Fengyan could still tell that something troubled his body with health issues.
Thinking back about Liu Huo's injuries previously, Ji Fengyan was so afraid that if she had not taken good care of this handsome young man, he would have ended up with a weak body like Gong Zhiyu.
"Sickly man…" Liu Huo's eyes widened. The comment that Ji Fengyan had for Gong Zhiyu was really very simple and harsh.
