Gao Qiang found the question awkward. The boss was right here, yet she was asking him?
He cautiously glanced at Feng Jun, then gave a dry cough and answered with a question instead. "What do you think?"
Seeing his reaction, Yu Qingzhu knew she would get nothing out of him, so she turned to Feng Jun. "Master Feng, can a butterfly like that cure my third aunt-in-law's husband?"
For her to ask that meant she had completely put aside her airs. This was the first time she had addressed Feng Jun as Master.
Feng Jun merely waved a hand dismissively. "If it can't cure him, there's nothing I can do either. At worst, I'll refund the money... Oh, right, the ten-million diagnostic fee still has to be paid."
Huahua could definitely cure Qi Wukui, but Feng Jun still needed to emphasize the diagnostic fee. He had to leave a deep impression on people about this sort of thing, lest just anyone come bother him.
But he failed to realize just how grating those words sounded to Yu Qingzhu.
She could not be bothered to argue with him and simply went to tend to her unconscious third aunt.
Third Aunt quickly regained consciousness. She had merely been resting poorly lately and had fainted from rage and anxiety.
After waking, she learned a little about the situation and still wanted to make a fuss, but Elder Yu stopped her with a stern shout.
The old man had not been this irritable in years, but there was a reason for it—your husband had offended this man with his previous antics, and now you wanted to keep going?
Third Aunt did not have the best temper, but she was still afraid of the old man. She could only say aggrievedly, "Great Uncle, I'm just