"How is Yunjun's injury?" Qu asked in a low voice.
"It's a good thing that you don't have a fever," Old Man Yuan also whispered back.
"You should clean up your son as soon as possible. It would be best if you could get some leather or something to make him some armor."
This instruction made Qu's eyes widen.
"Oh my. What a wicked wind that is blowing. You have always been finding fault with me, as if that son is not your own."
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