Inside the Feng Residence, Old Sir Mu looked at Feng Xun, who lay on the couch with a green face, his forehead wrinkled into a "川" character.
"Damn it, how exactly were you taking care of Young Master?"
"Housekeeper Mu, we servants have advised the Young Master repeatedly that with the heavy dew at night, it is not suitable to keep the window open, but the Young Master did it for that golden square crane..." A group of servants were so scared that they kept kowtowing without end.
On the bed, in Feng Xun's hand, there was a golden square crane.
He was holding it tightly, as if he was afraid that someone would snatch the crane away from him.
"What are you still kneeling here for? Go and invite the president over now." Just as Old Sir Mu was scolding those servants angrily.
Inside Feng Xun's hand, a strand of Cauldron Breath, invisible to the naked eye, entered Feng Xun's body from that golden Little Square Crane.
