My turf, my rules. Do I need to knock on doors wherever I wish to go?
Seeing as he's the boss, Shen Yuzhe tries his best to endure: "Do you need anything, young master?"
"Help me with the bandage," Jun Mochan places the alcohol in front of Shen Yuzhe.
Shen Yuzhe looks at the wound that has barely been touched: "Don't you have your lady wife?"
Wouldn't it be better than having a grown man like him do it?
Jun Mochan's face darkens: "Why all the nonsense?"
Alright, Shen Yuzhe shrugs, picks up the alcohol, and resignedly attends to the young master before him.
"How's the progress with the medicine?" He asks as if it's part of routine business.
"We're still experimenting; results will take a few more days." This guy must think making medicine is like cooking—results ready after just one morning.
Shen Yuzhe feels like he's about to be driven insane.
