Looking at her husband, the old lady glared at him before raising her gaze, "Qin Bo!"
"Yes, old madam."
"Go pour a cup of tea for the master, to soothe his throat!"
Qin Bo hesitated, glanced at the old madam, and then at Qin Guozhong.
Clearly, this remark was a dig at the master's recent light cough. Should he really go pour the tea?
Qin Bo stood frozen, uncertain of what to do.
At this moment, Qin Guozhong couldn't help but glance at his wife, "What are you saying?"
"The truth! What's the cough for if nothing's wrong?"
"I"
Facing his wife's gaze, Qin Guozhong was left speechless.
He turned his gaze and glanced at Gu Qiangwei.
Gu Qiangwei had been observing him as well, and when he glanced her way, her heart skipped a beat. She quickly averted her eyes.
Qin Guozhong also looked away.
