"And, you're Little Liu, right?" Zong Qi's gaze landed on a wiry young man. The boy was only about eighteen or nineteen, with a particularly frail frame, looking as if a gust of wind could blow him away.
His thinness made his eyes seem especially large. Hearing Zong Qi call his name, he looked up at him blankly.
Zong Qi said, "You were born with a weak constitution. Miss Chen has prepared some medicine for you. After you go back, take one pill a day for three months straight, and your health will be greatly improved."
Little Liu's eyes lit up. "Really? Thank you, Miss Chen! Thank you, Brother Qi!"
Zong Qi pushed a small bottle toward him. "A lot of expensive ingredients went into this medicine. Don't tell anyone where it came from."
Li Shun was even more excited than Little Liu. "This is great! Little Liu, your grandpa won't have to worry about you anymore. Brother Qi, thank you so much, and thank you so much to Miss Chen too!"
