Zheng Fa quickly understood why Gao Yuan said that Seventh Young Master had become like him.
On this day, dawn had just illuminated the rooftop eaves, and dewdrops still hung on the roadside grass.
As Zheng Fa and Gao Yuan arrived at the study, they saw Seventh Young Master sitting upright, reading a "Complete Understanding of Talisman Diagram," with a brush in hand that was diligently sketching on paper as he read.
Zheng Fa couldn't help but turn to look at Gao Yuan, who nodded at him gently.
"How long has he been sick?"
"Two days." Gao Yuan replied.
"This must be a huge shock!"
Zheng Fa furrowed his brows; Seventh Young Master's behavior was truly abnormal.
Among the three of them, it was disputable whether Zheng Fa or Gao Yuan was the most diligent, but the laziest one was definitely Seventh Young Master.
Normally, when they came in the morning, Seventh Young Master wouldn't even be out of bed yet, let alone sitting at the desk studying so earnestly.
