"If I don't bring it over now, do you believe that I will pull out this needle and discharge the hospital right now?" The sage's eyes were cold, his handsome face dark.

"Young Master, don't make things difficult for me, I won't give you my phone." As he spoke, his eyes were fixated on the needle on the holy hands of the palace.

He continued fearlessly, "If young master really wants to do something that hurts you, I don't mind giving young master medicine from now on and letting him sleep until his body recovers."

"Damn." Since when did he even dare to threaten Tinch like this? When Gong Sheng raised his head, his phoenix eyes were filled with a sinister and cold aura.

"Dinch, do you believe that I can kill you right now?"

This was not a threat, but he just wanted to get rid of Dinkie.

"Young, young master, I believe you, but …" Ding Qi looked at the obvious coldness in Liu Ming's eyes. Without hesitation, he flew over and quickly pointed his finger at Gong Sheng.

"You …" Before you could even utter a word, the palace sage had already fallen into a deep sleep.

Ding Qi directly pointed at his sleeping point and then carefully pulled his blanket for him. He helplessly yet painfully muttered to himself, "Young Master, I'm sorry. I'll wait for you to arrive. You can kill me however you want, but you can't do it now."

He was very glad that he had followed the old man and learnt this ability. He had always thought that this acupuncture point was only a legend, but the old man had really gotten himself an old martial arts fanatic. He was only twenty at the time, a servant who had grown up with the old man, and the young master had also been brought up by him.

Later, when the Madam left, the Master gave him to the Young Master, afraid that he might have something on his mind.

He had always thought of the young master as his own child. This time, the young master was injured, and he blamed himself for not coming over to help the young master.

The head of the palace went and came back. What he saw was Ding Qi's actions. There was no blame in his eyes. Instead, there was a faint trace of distance between them. "Ding Qi."

"Master, why have you come back?" Ding Qi didn't feel that what he had done was inappropriate and naturally called for his old master.

"Take a seat, we haven't sat for a long time." The old president heaved a sigh of relief, glanced at the palace sage on the bed, and sat down on the sofa.

"I'll just stand there. Master, do you have something on your mind?" In the past, when he had something on his mind, he would let him sit down. Tinch knew that he wanted to say something.

"Sit." The old CEO's deep voice sounded again.

Only then did Tinky sit back down and wait for what he was going to say.

"Tell me, when I was pregnant, was I really wrong? If Liu Xinlan was pregnant, I would have been more decisive and would not have been able to bear it. Would I still have been able to talk back to her?" If that was the case, his son wouldn't be so heavily injured, and would even hate him so much.

Hearing the old president's words, Ding Qi's body stiffened for a moment. He had also blamed the old master for what had happened that year. However, after so many years, the old lady had long since passed away.

"Even if you don't speak, you can't blame me." The old president saw that Tinky only had his head down and didn't say anything, so he knew.

"Master, that's right. Back then, I really didn't understand why you were so in love with Madam. Why did you suddenly bring another woman and child along? You …" Ding Qi did not continue the sentence. After all, he was only a servant, so he had no right to criticize his master.

The old CEO You Yuan looked at Gong Sheng. "That year, I didn't know I was drunk and had a relationship with Liu Xinlan and even got her pregnant."