Le Zhengsheng frowned, pondering for a long time.
He lifted the blanket and was about to get out of bed.
"Asheng?" Yu Sangwan hurriedly supported him, "What do you need? Do you need to use the bathroom?"
"No." Le Zhengsheng shook his head, "Go help me pack, I'm going home with you."
"Ah?" Yu Sangwan was surprised, "Why go home at this time?"
Le Zhengsheng smiled weakly. Due to his illness, his face was as pale as paper, almost transparent. "It's exactly at this time that we should go home... Have you forgotten, whose student am I?"
"..." Yu Sangwan was suddenly stunned, staring at him blankly.
Yes... Le Zhengsheng... the only student of Master Fu Xianlin!
Le Zhengsheng smiled and patted her hand to urge her, "Hurry up and pack, do you want me to do it myself?"
"Asheng." Yu Sangwan's nose tingled, forcing back tears, "This isn't right... your health... it's not okay."
