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There was a pause before the Old Master continued—
"His constitution... never mind, see if there's any good medicinal materials in the warehouse, and send them all over... He needs to recover as soon as possible..."
"Understood, Old Master."
"Deliver them personally, and see how things are going."
"Yes, Old Master."
Soon, the two entered the villa.
The kitchen quickly prepared two steaming bowls of beef noodles, and, of course, the white cut chicken the Old Master loved to eat...
"Old Master, will Brother Sen... come home this time?"
After a long hesitation, Charles Williams suddenly asked.
At these words, the Old Master's movements paused, and he lifted his gaze to look at Charles...
The profound gleam condensing in those aged eyes seemed deep and enduring, as if containing a hint of restraint. After a while, he diverted his gaze and resumed eating his noodles—