Fu Zhi was there to check on her nephew's condition, yet he was being difficult.
She was talking to him nicely, yet he was messing with her.
Even Fu Zhi, who was a calm and cool-headed person, had started getting a little angry.
On the upside, Old Master Li had paid the consultation charges. Since she had already done her part, Fu Zhi figured that she should leave now. She patted her bunny bag and said, "Well, I guess it's time for me to go."
"Fu Zhi."
As she turned around and attempted to leave, a gentle, clear voice wafted into her ears.
As he was talking, Li Nanli covered his lips with his hand. The veins on his forehead were bulging, and he looked as if he was trying his very best to suppress the urge to cough.
He stared straight at Fu Zhi.
He had been born with a pair of beautiful eyes, not to mention that his eyelashes were really long. He immediately lifted one of his eyebrows and said slowly, "My chest hurts."
