Xiao Zongting accompanied the man to the door; after they exchanged farewells with clasped fists, Xiao Zongting returned with a dark expression.
He stopped in front of Duan Rong and asked, "Is there something you need?"
"Yes." Duan Rong replied obediently, sensing that Xiao Zongting was not in a good mood.
This also indicated that Xiao Baijiao's illness might be quite serious.
"Let's talk inside." Xiao Zongting said, then limped toward the back courtyard.
Duan Rong promptly followed closely behind.
Upon reaching the main hall, they saw Xiao Baijiao looking weary, sitting in front of a tea table with a dark green pulse pillow in front of her!
It seemed that the fierce-looking person had already checked Xiao Baijiao's pulse.
When Xiao Baijiao saw Xiao Zongting enter, she was about to speak but then noticed Duan Rong entering behind him. She smiled, stood up, and gracefully curtseyed, greeting, "Brother Duan!"
