C142 What's Going on with His Leg?

The bamboo carefully smacked its lips before slowly swallowing the porridge:

"Mother Qin, don't praise me. I can't afford it. This time, it was all an accident. If he is a weakling, then what am I supposed to do? In the end, it was all thanks to Young Master He himself that he was such a good kid. Of course, Mr. He taught well.

In my old home, I had a cousin who was the same as well