"Ah-choo."
Zhao Minghua sneezed heavily.
"Young Master, you've caught a cold."
Qingsheng was very worried, wanting to add a coat for Zhao Minghua.
"Nonsense, how could I catch a cold in this weather? It's just your young mistress missing me."
Qingsheng... The most shameless person is his own young master, always flattering himself.
So far away, and he says the young mistress misses him.
To be fair, anyone could see clearly that when the young master was at home, he was the one always sticking to the young mistress, probably it's him who misses her more.
But, anyone with such a remarkable wife would miss her, right?
Just like how he misses his own fiancée.
He still has to wait until next year to get married, and just thinking about it makes the time feel very long.
"Qingsheng, how is the Second Young Master doing?"
Qingsheng's heart twitched a bit, finally, this master remembered he has a second brother in the capital.
