CHAPTER 321: CHAPTER 321: REALLY NO CONCUSSION?

As emotions ran deep, the door to the gym was abruptly pushed open, "Fourth Master..."

Ling Feng’s voice suddenly rang out, and the man reacted almost instantly, his muscular arms reflexively protecting the petite woman in his embrace, holding her tightly, then a sharp gaze shot coldly towards the entrance.

Standing there dumbfounded at the entrance, Ling Feng was completely shocked by the scene in front of him.

A muscular man was tightly embracing a woman so small she seemed like she could be strangled to death in his arms, and in the air lingered an unmistakable scent.

Even without using his brain, he knew what was going on here.

But this scene... it looked too damn much like a crime scene!

With Fourth Master’s muscular form and Su Xiaoge’s fragile-looking middle school student appearance, they did not match at all.

Even though this was happening in a gym, couldn’t Fourth Master put on some clothes before doing... whatever this is?

At least that wouldn’t look so... whatever this is...

"——Get out!"

Ling Feng stared for too long without leaving, and by the time he came to his senses, the man playing the rogue was already filled with murderous intent in his eyes.

Startled, he turned and ran out without another word.

But he ran too fast and with a loud bang, he collided with the fitness gym’s door.

Dazed for about three seconds, he clutched his head and quickly disappeared from the gym.

Ling Feng didn’t even know how he managed to leave; all he knew was that he stumbled and bumped into several servants along the way.

"What’s with Assistant Ling?" the bumped servants looked quizzically at the staggering figure of Ling Feng, puzzled.

"No idea," another servant was completely baffled.

Assistant Ling was usually quite aloof at home, walking precisely and measuredly; he seldom walked like this.

"Could he be drunk?" one servant wondered, perplexed.

She had never been drunk herself, but she had seen drunken people walk like that.

"No way, Assistant Ling isn’t a drinker," another servant quickly refuted the guess.

Assistant Ling was always meticulous in his work; she had never seen him drink.

Even when Assistant Ling was on vacation, it was rare to see him drink.

It was as if he was always sober, so when it came to Fourth Master’s affairs, he had probably never made a single mistake.

This was also why Fourth Master had valued him for many years.

As Ling Feng went further, he bumped into more and more people.

The two servants looked at each other, eye to eye.

"Could it be... he’s sick?"

That was the only reasonable explanation.

Assistant Ling looked very abnormal.

It seemed like he was drunk, but there was no smell of alcohol on him, and with Fourth Master home, it was even less likely he’d touch alcohol.

"Since he’s sick, should we call a doctor?"

The two servants hesitated.

He could barely walk; it must be a serious illness, right?

"I just noticed something like a bump on Assistant Ling’s head..." remembering that Ling Feng might be sick, a servant with better observation skills recalled something.

"A bump? Really? On his face? Did Assistant Ling disfigure himself?"

"I’m not sure..." She wasn’t sure if she saw it wrong.

After all, Assistant Ling just flashed by, and she didn’t have time to look closely.

"If it’s disfigurement, that’s a shame, Assistant Ling isn’t married yet..."

"Yeah, yeah, let’s just mind our own business, it’s not our place to interfere with Assistant Ling’s matters."

"Alright..."

Su Ge stood dumbfounded in the gym, watching the scene of Ling Feng’s departure.

The commotion he caused with that bump...

Did Assistant Ling really not suffer a concussion?