C180 Merciless

Ye Wutian sat down on the sofa.

Not long later, Dong Chengyao brought a cup of steaming hot tea and placed it in front of Ye Wutian.

Ye Wutian thanked him and asked, "Are you still used to living there?"

"Yes." Dong Chengyao nodded.

"I can see that your complexion isn't too good. Are you sick? Come here, I'll take your pulse." Ye Wutian asked in concern when he saw Dong Chengyao's pale face