The servant shivered with fear, lowered his head, and hurriedly said, "Sir, I don’t know either. When I ca in, I saw the young master lying on the mat, burning with a fever and allergic reaction. I don’t know where this dish ca from."
The man looked deeply at the child in his arms, and Tuanzi instinctively clutched at the man’s sleeve.
With a furrowed brow and a heavier tone, he said, "Call the doctor to co imdiately, quickly!"
He effortlessly carried Tuanzi back to the room, which was fairly cozy with a lot of toys piled together.
He placed Tuanzi on the bed, pulled up his sleeve, and saw patches of red on it.
The family doctor quickly arrived and exclaid, "What did the child eat? Allergic reaction like this?"
The man stood nearby like cold pine, his slender fingers leisurely smoothing the clothes wrinkled by Tuanzi earlier.
"Infusion and dication, and rember not to let the young master eat anything he’s allergic to in the future. Did he eat red beans?"
The man shot a cold look at the servant, who was even more frightened and said with grievance, "Sir, the young master is allergic to red beans; the family never brings them ho. It’s really not our fault."
A trace of cold contemplation appeared in the man’s eyes; he pulled over a chair and sat down, gently pressing his fingertips against his brow: "I’ll stay with him during the infusion, you all can leave."
The servants were relieved and flew away like they were escaping.
In the child’s room remained only the little person on the bed and the man sitting beside, cold as frost.
The man saw Tuanzi’s face improve slightly and then picked up the phone on the bedside table.
He saw the phone’s password and tried to unlock it with Tuanzi’s unconscious fingerprint.
It didn’t work.
The man adjusted his coat, a rare hint of surprise crossed his brows, realizing there was no fingerprint unlock set.
Then tried face recognition unlock.
Face recognition was also unset.
This phone was only unlockable with a nuric password.
He gazed at the password pad, pondered for a mont, and tried twice. Both attempts were incorrect, and he dared not try again.
He put away the phone and returned it to its original place.
The man stared at Tuanzi on the bed, his thin lips moving slightly, his voice desolate: "Anomalies always have sothing suspicious behind them."
The more it can only be unlocked by password, the stranger it is.
Was it taught by King to Tuanzi?
He wasn’t in a hurry, his cold gaze gradually revealed a faint smile that didn’t reach his eyes.
He walked to the window, watched the leaves fall from the big tree, his eyes icy and void of light.
His right hand’s finger gently slid over the blue ring on his left hand, his eyelids slightly drooped.
His first half of life lived for others without freedom, and now it seems he hasn’t escaped the shackles in the latter half of his life.
He murmured to himself, "I am the true master of the Feng Family; when will I truly be the master for myself?"
The only response was the slightly urgent breathing of the child on the bed and the soft sound of leaves falling outside the window.
This Feng Family, quiet to an alarming degree.
*
"What are you standing there stupidly for? Are we making these mooncakes or not?" Feng Huaijin’s reminder jolted Su Li back to her senses.
Su Li felt anxious and didn’t know if Tuanzi had an allergic reaction, secretly regretting not knowing enough herself.
Su Li bit her lip and said, "Making, making mooncakes."
Presumably, it was just an allergy, nothing serious would happen, right?
From Tuanzi’s tone, he’s about to have dinner; the servants should be able to see him.
Just felt a bit painful in her heart, fearing he really had an allergic reaction because of her incompetence.
Suddenly, her jaw was grasped by Feng Huaijin, his eyes narrowed, full of displeasure: "Who are you thinking about?"
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