The Eldest Young Master needs to slowly drink medicine to treat his mute symptoms.
Lu He also stayed by his side, running up and down. Occasionally, she would speak harshly, without realizing it.
Zhao Jun, after enduring her for a few days, returned to his signature fierce glare.
For instance, after Zhao Jun drank four days of dark traditional medicine, Lu He eagerly came over: "Eldest Young Master, you can't talk, but can your throat move? Like making an ah, ah, ah sound so you can talk to me without knocking on wood. Doesn't knocking hurt your hand?"
The man raised an eyebrow, as if unheard, turned to look at the book in his hand, ignoring her.
The "Sheep Public" in his hand was already on the last few pages~
Ever since the incident, all he does now is wait, like a gentleman seeking revenge, patiently for ten years.
Waiting is a long and tedious affair, with no certain outcome and unknown duration, reading became a weapon to pass the time and whittle away the hours.
