"Young master, young master..."
Zhao Yi starts running.
Old Tian, afraid that the young master's arm would tire, silently climbs onto the young master's back.
"Told you to stay put, but you insisted on putting up this show, letting the Li folks watch for nothing. Am I the idle type, playing in this drama here with you!"
Old Tian says nothing, Zhao Yi's shoulder is wet.
"Don't be like this, or should I carry you back and cry my heart out in front of them? Old Tian, you know your young master cares about appearances, can't we just endure it?"
"Young master, Brother Li is sick."
"Getting sick is normal as you age."
"It's different."
In the past, Old Tian didn't understand what Luck was, and even questioned the young master's arrangements. But after experiencing it firsthand, he realized how terrifying this Luck could be!
"Young master, it's different. He's sick because of Xiao Yuan."
"Don't bring this up again. They don't like hearing it, especially the Li folks."
