Vaguely, Ye Feng seemed to catch the Young Master letting out a breath of relief. The next moment, he heard the Young Master's complaints, "Is she really so delicate? Does she have to faint every couple of days?"
After speaking, Beitang Yao coldly walked out of the room, but stopped in his tracks upon reaching the door.
"If she's fine, throw her off my bed. Replace everything on the bed," he said indifferently.
Ye Feng's jaw twitched slightly, confused as he looked at the Young Master. Then, he stared at Xia Qingqian lying on the bed, utterly clueless about what to do.
Perhaps Beitang Yao had waited too long without seeing Ye Feng throw the woman out. He gloomily said, "Ye Feng, what are you standing there for!"
Before Ye Feng could steady himself, Beitang Yao's face grew even colder, and he snapped, "Why have you come out? Did you throw that woman out yet!"
Ye Feng, steeling himself, came out and sighed lightly, "Young Master, men and women should not touch each other..."
