In the secret room, Ling Yun drank his tea leisurely.
The so-called tea was actually Su Xiaoxiao's honey fruit brew. It was brewed with warm water and tasted sour and sweet. One would not be unable to sleep after drinking it at night.
Deng An sighed. "Young Master, you've already drunk two pots. If you continue drinking, you'll pee on the bed."
Ling Yun glared at him. "Shut up if you don't know how to speak."
"Oh." Deng An closed his mouth.
However, he only closed his eyes for a second. Deng An couldn't help but say, "Young Master, is it really fine to let that person go just like that? That person is very sick and his injuries are very serious. If he isn't treated in time, he will die."
Ling Yun said calmly, "When did you become so kind?"
Deng An said, "How am I being kind? Young Master was the one who brought him back. I'm worried for Young Master."
Ling Yun couldn't be bothered to speak.
