C161 Song's Second Son Was Ill

Xiao Cheng supported his bed and walked down, his legs trembling non-stop. In his heart, he had already scolded Mo Ziqing for eighteen generations of his ancestors. At the same time, he despised himself.

"Is anyone there?" Xiao Cheng called out the door.

"What orders do you have for me, Pavilion Master Xiao ?" A servant replied.

"Sorry for troubling you, brother