Xing Wudi said coldly, "This morning, someone below just sent news that the second young master of the Han family, Han Jinlu, found out about my allergy. He even specially warned the attending physician that I was born weak and asked the doctor to reduce the dosage of the medicine for me, so I stayed here for two to three days and still haven't recovered."
Hearing Xing Wudi's cold and aggrieved voice, Feng Qing snorted and the corners of her lips curled up. She knew that Han Jinlu was especially well-informed, but that man was too vengeful. He actually played Xing Wudi again.
The haze in Xing Wudi's heart dissipated a lot as he looked at the clarity in Feng Qing's beautiful eyes. If the matter of him being schemed against by Han Jinlu could make this woman happy, he felt that it was worth it.
Xing Wudi glanced at Feng Qing and asked, "What happened to you? Why are you injured?"
