Maximilian Ma and the Echoes of Fate Chapter 35

Once raw, twice cooked. Shame is something that needs to be tempered. At dawn the next day, the boy from the inn came to knock on my door to bring me face wash. When he saw my face, his hands trembled and the basin was shaky. I said calmly and calmly without changing my face, "Take it easy, don't burn it."

Laixi coughed, put the washbasin into the basin stand, and twisted the handle of the handkerArchibald. His eyes flickered, half tilted. I pointed to my face and asked, "Is it badly swollen?"

Laixi's eyes swayed from side to side, and finally settled squarely on my face. He smiled dryly and said, "There is a Wangda plaster across the street that specializes in treating bruises. Please invite me to take a look, sir?"

When Wang Da Plaster came over, everyone who was supposed to be there was basically there. Mr. Su glanced at me and sat on a chair drinking tea without saying a word. Sheldon Xiao and Uncle Zhong gathered in front of me and rubbed their hands: "Master, next time you wake up at night and call the slaves to serve you. It's the slaves' fault for not serving the master carefully~~~"

I waved my hand benevolently: "It's all my fault, I don't blame anyone!" I glanced sideways at Fu Qingshu and his boy who were standing at the outermost edge. Fu Qingshu's face didn't change color, and his heart didn't beat. He walked over to Mr. Su and sat down. He also poured a cup of tea to drink. Mo Yu lowered his head and stood in front of him.