After a while, Wen Fusheng chuckled lightly:
"Little brother, what you said, this old man really doesn't understand."
"However, to have a private conversation with Rou'Er after so many years apart, not wanting to be disturbed by outsiders... I guess that's normal."
Chu Qing nodded again upon hearing this:
"And is it normal for Manor Master Wen to pretend to be injured?"
Rou'Er immediately widened her eyes at Wen Fusheng, and her previously emotionless gaze was now filled with the look of 'so, this is what you're really like, father.'
Wen Fusheng was also momentarily stunned, but he suddenly laughed.
He quickly sat up from the bed, moving agilely—nothing like someone severely injured.
He looked at Chu Qing:
"Boy, how did you know?"
"Bold guesses and careful verification."
Chu Qing said:
"As we traveled here, I saw that Luochun Manor was heavily guarded, and Manor Master Wen's martial arts were unparalleled.
