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She frowned and bent down to pick up the tea leaves, then suddenly looked up at him.
"Young Master Wuxin, if I brew this cup of light tea for you, will you lay hands on my husband to heal him?" A cup of light tea in exchange for a chance at healing didn't sound too bad.
Young Master Wuxin, who was examining a mural on the wall at the moment, turned back at her words, a face full of impatience: "Hurry up. If you dawdle any longer, do you want to taste the torment of an upset stomach for a few more days?"
When under the eaves, one can't help but bow the head.
Liu Sisi clenched her teeth—it was just a matter of brewing some light tea, which wasn't a big deal; she had done it before!
The only difference was between brewing tea willingly and being forced to do so.
This situation, witnessed by the others inside the house, caused them all to glare with anger, and even Di Hongyuan furrowed his brows.