"Godmother, is there something you need?" She asked while slightly furrowing her brow, "Is there anything Ziye needs?"
"He's either reading or sleeping since he came back, he's doing just fine." Madam Yao wasn't worried at all about her son's health, after all, a person who eats and sleeps well is hardly a concern, "I wanted to ask about Lu Jun, what name should we give to his leg injury if it's crippled?"
Jun Ye's icy expression froze for a good three minutes before he found his voice, probing, "Godmother, what are you planning?"
"Oh, there's nothing much to say, it's just that I don't want too many people visiting Ziye. People coming and going would not be conducive to Ziye's recovery." Madam Yao certainly didn't dare reveal her true intentions.
Jun Ye's cold lips curved slightly, he grasped about fifty percent of Madam Yao's thoughts, and said, "If you are intent on doing this, godmother, for Ziye's sake, I can help you."
