Mr. Huo, stop being abusive. Miss Fu is going on a blind date again.

Ling Zhao curled up in a dark corner of the room. A faint light shone on him through the gap between the undrawn curtains.

He tightly gripped the phone and tried to make his voice sound normal. "It seems like I have a cold. My voice is a bit nasal."

"Have you taken the medicine?" Ji Lin asked in a low voice.

Ling Zhao wanted to say that he had eaten it and he didn't need to worry.

But before he could speak, Ji Lin guessed what he was thinking, "Are you trying to fool me?"

"No..." Ling Zhao seemed to have a tongue-tied tone.

Ji Lin sighed, "It's not a big deal that I can't come to watch the game. Anyway, you can watch countless games of mine in the future. This one won't make a difference. If the cold is not serious, drink some water and take a nap. If it's serious, remember to take medicine."

Finally, he pretended to be serious and said, "Did you hear that?"

Ling Zhao lowered his head, and the fingertips of his other hand randomly scratched on the ground, "I heard it."

Tears fell silently on the wooden floor.

After Ling Zhao hung up the phone, he stared at Ji Lin's phone number on the screen without moving.

He didn't know how much time had passed before he heard the faint sound of a motorcycle outside the house.

This is a high-end residential area and few people ride motorcycles. Of course, there are some motorcycle enthusiasts, but this sound sounds like that of an ordinary motorcycle.

After a while, he heard the doorbell of his house ring.

He looked out through the gap in the curtains of the French window and saw a man dressed like a delivery man in a yellow coat holding something in his hand. He said to the nanny, "Excuse me, is this Ling Zhao's home?"

The nanny was puzzled, but also alert, and asked instead of answering, "What's wrong with you?"

The delivery guy handed the item over and explained, "This is the cold medicine he bought."

The nanny was stunned for a moment. "Our young master doesn't have a cold. Did you send him to the wrong place? And don't you see where we are? We have family doctors when we are sick. How can we order takeout and medicine?"

The delivery boy flipped open the list on the bag with suspicion and pointed it to the babysitter. "Look, it's indeed this house number, but there's a message here. Someone must have bought it for me. The other person's surname is Ji. Can you help verify it?"

"what's up?"

Ling Feng's voice suddenly came.

The nanny turned around and looked at Ling Feng, "Sir, this delivery man said someone bought cold medicine for the young master."

Ling Feng walked closer and glanced at the note on the list. Last name Ji?

He sneered and said to the delivery boy, "It's not the wrong delivery, but we don't need it at home. Just throw it in the trash can at the door."

The delivery guy hesitated for a moment, and Ling Feng signaled to the babysitter with his eyes.

The nanny took the bag from the other person and said indifferently: "You have already delivered it here, you can leave now."

After the delivery guy left, the nanny carried the things out of the door and went to the trash can diagonally opposite.

Just as she was about to throw something in, a slender figure suddenly rushed out from behind her.

He ran so fast that Ling Feng didn't have time to ask someone to stop him.

Ling Zhao rushed to the nanny barefoot and snatched the bag from her hand, "What qualifications do you have to throw my things!"

The nanny was startled and looked at Ling Feng tremblingly.

Ling Zhao hugged the bag tightly as if he were guarding a treasure. His slender body trembled slightly with anger, and his red eyes were filled with determination.

He said to Ling Feng coldly: "I will do what you want me to do, but you have no right to deal with my things. This is mine, no one else can touch it!"

"Since you can do it, why do you keep these thoughts? Do you still think that he, the son of the Ji family, would do something that would bring disgrace to the family? Or would you disobey me for an irrelevant person? Don't think I don't know what's in your mind. I tell you, don't even think about it!"

Ling Feng gave an order.

The two bodyguards walked towards Ling Zhao, "Master, we don't want to fight you, just give us the things yourself."

Ling Zhao's eyes were red, he didn't say a word, resisting silently.

At this moment, Ling Feng's phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID, swiped the screen and walked towards the swimming pool. His attitude changed from the coldness just now, and he said respectfully: "Dad..."

Ling Zhao took the opportunity to run into the house with something in his arms.

The bodyguard looked at Ling Feng in embarrassment, "Mr. Ling..."

Ling Feng looked back at Ling Zhao's running back and waved his hand, and they gave up.

……

Saturday afternoon.

Ling Zhao sat at the desk, turned on the computer, clicked on the live broadcast platform of the game, and watched Ji Lin's game online.

This was the first time he saw Ji Lin holding a sword.

The moment he stepped onto the stage, Ling Zhao heard screams from girls in the audience through the live camera.

Although he was wearing a face mask and professional clothes, Ling Zhao seemed to be able to see the expression on his face through the mask.

It is a relaxed state of ease, but also a high-spirited determination to win.

Ling Zhao's gaze did not move at all, it was all focused on Ji Lin. He dodged, attacked, every move was seen by Ling Zhao.

After the game, Ji Lin put away his sword neatly, stood upright on the stage, and took off his face guard.

Ling Zhao let out a breath, lowered his head and smiled.

As soon as Ji Lin came down from the field, reporters surrounded him and wanted to interview him.

However, Ji Lin gave an apologetic smile and said, "I have something else to do. I will accept your interview later."

He didn't even have time to wipe the sweat off his face before turning around and leaving.

After a while, his figure disappeared from the live camera.

At this moment, Ling Zhao's cell phone that he had placed aside rang.

The crisp ringing sound seemed to add a lot of vitality to this lifeless room.

Caller ID: Ji Lin

Ling Zhao hadn't recovered from the excitement of Ji Lin winning the championship just now. When he first saw Ji Lin's call, he felt like tears welling up in his eyes.

It turned out that what he told the reporter was that he had something to talk about and that he was calling him.

Ling Zhao clenched his fingers, picked up the water cup on the table, gulped down half a cup of water, took a deep breath, and slid the screen to answer the call.

Before he could speak, Ji Lin's panting voice came, "Ling Zhao, did you watch my game?"

Ling Zhao silently turned off the live broadcast and lied, "I'm busy and don't have time to watch it. Have you finished the competition?"

"Guess." Ji Lin's voice was full of laughter, and he was not unhappy because Ling Zhao didn't have time to watch the game.

Ling Zhao covered his wildly beating heart and said in a positive tone, "That must mean he lived up to everyone's expectations and won the championship easily."

"This is the best thing I've heard you say in so long."

Ji Lin leaned against the cupboard, lowered his head and smiled. If Ling Zhao was in front of him, he would definitely rub his soft hair.

"Are you better from your cold?" Ji Lin asked.

Ling Zhao looked at the unopened cold medicine on the desk and said, "I'm fine now. Thank you for the medicine. It cured my illness."