C800 Darkhell a Sickly Young Master

Seeing the way the young master had left the kitchen, Mo Zhu frowned and bit his lip. Was his words too hurtful?

Carrying the cooked congee in his hand, he walked out of the kitchen, thinking that the young master who had walked far away was actually sitting at the entrance of the kitchen, seeming to be waiting for him.

He looked like he was thinking about something, sitting there in a daze