Prince Wei scrutinized Zhao Yao from head to toe several times, and seeing Zhao Yao's excellent complexion and spirits, his heart was finally at ease.
"Brother Eight, I'm fine." Zhao Yao said as he stood up, jumped off the bed, and deliberately bounced around in front of Prince Wei. "Brother Eight, look, I don't have a single injury and I'm as lively as ever."
Prince Wei held Zhao Yao, making him obediently sit back on the bed.
"Alright, alright, Brother Eight knows that you're fine."
"Brother Eight, during the time I was kidnapped and missing, you must have been worried sick." Zhao Yao thought that even Fourth Brother was probably worried about him.
Prince Wei poked Zhao Yao's forehead with his hand, "You actually know that I was worried about you, huh?"
