Bao Family Manor.
"Sir, your face is so red, and applying the medication doesn't seem to be working at all." Tan Mu was applying the medication to Bo Sishen's face, but after such a long time, there was no effect at all. "Dr. Zhuo, are you sure you prescribed the right medication? Sir still has to teach at Ying University tomorrow."
Dr. Zhuo, sitting to the side, wore a leisurely expression. "Your face is so swollen it looks like a pig's head, and you're still thinking about teaching? If you really wanted to see your wife, you wouldn't be facing her with a false identity. This is what we call self-inflicted suffering."
"Sir, your allergic face looks more terrifying than disfigurement." Tan Mu shook his head and sighed. "Since Young Madam has already expressed that she won't like Young Master Tinghao, nor that Uncle Hei Che, it's time for you to be honest about the situation."
Bo Sishen's face was sullen, and his deep eyes flickered with a cold, steely light.
