Ling Chuxia had just been about to let out a sigh of relief, but to her horror, Shi Che walked straight toward the sofa, sending a shiver through her whole body. She watched as Shi Che casually tossed his coat onto the sofa and then sat down—the very spot he chose was right on top of the medicine box, and not far from his feet, one corner of the box was protruding.
Suddenly, Ling Chuxia felt utterly disconcerted, standing there trembling, her back slick with cold sweat and her legs turning to jelly.
Sister Hua turned her head to see Ling Chuxia still standing there stiffly, saying nothing and doing nothing, even more wooden than a wooden dummy. No wonder the young master didn't like her with her being so dull.
While Sister Hua inwardly sneered, she still felt obliged to help her. She respectfully said to Shi Che, "Young Master, you must be tired from a whole day's work. Shall I make you a cup of tea?"
