Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability

"Father, if there is nothing else to do, I will leave first. Tsk, tut, if you hit me really hard this time, your head will be dizzy."

As he spoke, he walked out.

How could the head of the Le family not know that his son was pretending to be ill?

But what can he do? He has already developed this virtue, and it is impossible for him to change it again. He should first think of a way to get over this difficult situation for Lejia.

"Hasn't that evil girl been found yet?"

He asked one of the attendants who had just come in to refill the tea.

The attendant heard the master's question and looked up at him, "Master, there is still no news about the eldest lady."

How could there be any news about the eldest lady so soon? She was hiding deliberately. Even if they used Lejia's tracking technique, they couldn't find her. Who made the eldest lady familiar with Lejia's tracking technique?

"call!"

The head of the Le family exhaled a heavy breath.

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Outside the hospital, Young Master Le no longer covered the wound in his head. He glanced at his hand that had covered the wound. It was covered with blood.

"This father is too cruel, isn't this young master his biological son?"

He wanted to beat him to death, without caring whether he was his biological son or not. It seemed that he was really angry.

But what does this have to do with him? Why should he be asked to clean up the mess caused by Manager Zhao? He is not specifically responsible for cleaning up the mess for those servants.

"If you don't let me go out yet, wouldn't it be too lenient to control those old and immortal things?"

Is it easy for him to make so many friends? They are all descendants of aristocratic families. If the relationship is good in the future, wouldn't it be his help to bring out any of them?

What if he doesn't go out now and those friends misunderstand him?

"Young Master, your injury needs to be taken care of, or you should go back to the hospital." The attendant beside him suggested in a low voice.

When the young master entered the master's study, he was naturally not qualified to follow him in. But when the young master came out, he was really shocked when he saw the blood on his head.

After so many years, the head of the family has never laid a hand on the young master.

Although there are usually a few words of scolding, they are not painful or itchy. It is different from the bloody hole in the head this time.

"Which hospital are you going back to? I wonder if my young master's brother is still waiting? Hurry and deal with this young master casually." Young Master Le glared at the follower.

He has no eyesight at all. I wonder if he is very busy? It's almost dark. If the beauty is taken away by others, wouldn't he go out in vain?

"But your injury..."

"It's just a small injury, what's the big deal?"

After interrupting the attendant, he glared at the disobedient attendant fiercely.

"You don't want to serve me by my young master's side anymore, do you? You dare not listen to my young master's words?"

"Young Master, you misunderstood. I am also worried about your health." The follower was threatened, his face turned pale, and he quickly explained.

Is he worried that the young master is still at fault? What's more, Manager Zhao also told him before to keep an eye on the young master and stop running away all the time, so he wanted to give him some more advice.

How could he know that the young master was injured and still wanted to go out and have fun?

"How about you wait here, little one, go to the medicine hall now and get you some medicine? You can't survive this wound without treatment," he suggested. (End of chapter)