Jin Futu's face darkened, and he said, "If you don't reveal the cause of the illness, I can't treat it."
With that, he abruptly stood up and said to Fengyun Tian, "I'm sorry, I'm powerless!"
Before Fengyun Tian could speak, Fengyun Zhengxiong already shouted, "Tian-er, do you wish for your father's illness to be cured?"
Upon hearing this, Fengyun Tian turned his gaze to Fengyun Zhengxiong and said, "Of course I wish for it."
"As long as this girl accompanies me for a night, my illness can be cured," Fengyun Zhengxiong said, his frail body suddenly straightened as if he had taken a stimulant or an aphrodisiac. His eyes fixated intensely on Jin Qiaoqiao, radiating an incomparable gleam.
"Father, what... what nonsense are you talking about...? You're being too absurd," Fengyun Tian retorted, his face flushed with anger.
"Absurd!" Jin Futu tossed out the word, without giving anyone another glance, and started to leave with his daughter.
