Xi Zelie's face, as beautiful as an angel's, was cold and detached; his pitch-black peach blossom eyes swept over him, though he didn't say a word, it still gave an intangible pressure.
The assistant knew his personality, but as someone serving the princess, he was genuinely worried about the young master's physical condition. He gritted his teeth and said, "Young master, the doctor has said that your heart disease requires long-term rest and recuperation to slowly recover like a normal person. Miss Nuonuo's bleeding has stopped; leave the rest to the nurse to handle. It's just bandaging, the hospital's medical staff can manage it..."
"Didn't I say not to mention my heart disease?" Coldly, it seemed like just an ordinary question.
But the assistant heard extreme displeasure inside.
