When Ye Feng came in, he could only shake his head helplessly. The Young Master, when sick, really resembles a child.
During this period, Xia Qingqian had brought them a different Beitang Yao.
If it weren't for Xia Qingqian, they would still think the Young Master was just a block of millennium-old ice!
Ye Feng took the bag that Xia Qingqian had packed, walking ahead. Xia Qingqian, very professionally, supported Beitang Yao. Although he wasn't that serious yet, she carefully helped him.
The car stopped in front of a standalone three-story villa, filled with French style, grand, fashionable, and luxurious. Xia Qingqian knew that if it weren't for knowing Beitang Yao, she thought she would never set foot in such places in her lifetime, nor live there.
Even less would she have grown so much in such a short period.
