Ming Rui didn't raise his head and continued reading, "Uncle, I'm already almost recovered."
Chang Zhong snatched the book from Ming Rui and glanced at it, "There's no rush in these few days. Come, let's talk about your feelings after the betrothal."
Ming Rui blushed but still didn't forget to try to snatch the book back, "What feelings can I possibly have regarding a betrothal."
Chang Zhong, being younger than Ming Rui, naturally couldn't snatch the book back. Chang Zhong had intended to divert his nephew's attention, but it was to no avail. "Don't push yourself too hard, you've been working too strenuously."
Ming Rui tugged at the small blanket covering his legs, "The effort I put in now is for a smoother future. Uncle, you don't know how late my father studies when he comes home every day. Compared to my father, I'm not working hard at all."
