Xu Chunliang reached out to touch Mo Han's forehead, which was smooth and jade-like.
Mo Han didn't expect him to suddenly stretch out a "salty pig's hand." Even though they were close, was it okay to touch her without asking? Although Xu Chunliang didn't touch any sensitive areas, Mo Han was already bewildered.
Xu Chunliang said, "You don't have a fever, so why are you talking nonsense?"
Mo Han spat back, "You're the one with a fever. What I'm saying is not nonsense; it's all things that actually happened."
Xu Chunliang said, "So what if it did happen? I am not interested in what the Zhou Family does. My grandfather was an honest doctor and knew nothing about these past events. He believes that the Huichun Hall sign was a gift from Yong Zheng. Now that he's retired and the sign is put away, I have no intention of inheriting Huichun Hall. That name will probably disappear soon. What's the point of rummaging through all this old stuff?"
