The housekeeper was puzzled: no matter how tired he was before, the young master's spirit was always good. What happened today? Is he sick?
"Young master, are you okay?"
The housekeeper's voice suddenly sounded behind him. Lu Jihan suppressed the sharp pain and immediately replied, "I'm fine. You should get some rest early too."
Returning to the bedroom door, he breathed a sigh of relief. The numb and sharp pain in his body had subsided quite a bit.
He inhaled deeply while reaching up to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.
Even the housekeeper noticed something was off about him. Song Yinyin, being the person who knows him best, would easily recognize his discomfort.
He didn't want Song Yinyin to worry.
After a full two minutes, Lu Jihan finally regained his composure. He took a deep breath, gently pushed open the bedroom door, and walked in.
Song Yinyin slightly opened her drowsy eyes and saw Lu Jihan walking in slowly.
