Zhan Jingshu's pupils suddenly widened, a breath blocked in his chest, making him uncomfortable. That sour and astringent feeling made his eyes involuntarily redden.
"Are you jealous of me? Jealous that I have parents who love me so much, while you probably don't? Maybe not only are you without parents, but even your Master only sees you as a tool."
"Nonsense!" Qiao Zhichuan's face changed dramatically, as if someone had hit a sore spot.
"Haha, am I talking nonsense? If so, why did you have such a big reaction? I'm afraid I didn't just hit the mark, but also your sore spot, right?" Zhan Jingshu retorted happily.
He vaguely knew about his parents searching for doctors for him, as for kneeling...
He was immensely thankful that he met his Master, or else he wouldn't know what his future would have been. Although he was touched by everything his parents did, he really hoped they wouldn't do such things again.
That would make him feel—he was really useless!
