"Here comes your medicine, young master." A little man in coarse clothes came to him with a delicate porcelain bowl still smoking.

I sat at my desk, holding the account book to check the shadow head, but I just spit out two words "put"

"but the doctor said that if the medicine is cold, it will not work The young man was afraid, but he said it with a stiff head when he thought of the man's reminder. Alas, since he woke up, the young master seemed to have changed his personality. He was cold and light. He was far away from people and thousands of miles away. He was...