The Man in the gray leather shoes had a cold expression. “Why aren’t you saying anything?”
Xiahou Susu became even more nervous.
What was she saying? How would she know that this dead wooden man had some sort of relationship with that Dead Xiahou Susu?
If he said something wrong, wouldn’t he be courting death?
She gave an awkward and bitter laugh. “No, it’s nothing. I just suddenly felt a little... a little pain in my heart...”
As she spoke, she quickly covered her heart and pretended to be sick. She was so weak that she could barely stand.
As expected, the man’s expression changed. He frowned and said, “You’ve been taking care of it for three years, and you still haven’t recovered? Didn’t your servants boil medicine for you to drink every day?”
Xiahou Susu thought that this question was safe and could be answered!
“Yes, I did. Your Medicine... is very good.”This sentence was the truth.
