C83 Restlessness

"Young Master, medicine." Pei'er carried the medicine into the room and glanced at Ran Hao who was reading by the window. Then, she handed the medicine over to Zhao Qingyan.

Zhao Qingyan threw the sword manual to the side and drained the medicine bowl. He rubbed his hair and asked, "What time is it?"

"There's less than an hour before dinner," she said.

Zhao Qingyan coughed lightly