My Poor Fu Ge

Fu Ge was even more baffled when he heard Butler Ji's words.

"Uncle Ji, what are you talking about? Who's sick?"

"Young Master, don't worry. I'll find you the best andrology expert, and the kind that will keep it a secret."

He was already planning to get more things to nourish his young master's kidney.

In fact, food was the best tonic. Otherwise, it should be good to eat something like an animal's p*nis or deer blood.

The old mansion seemed to have them. Maybe he should call Madam to ask for some later.

Fu Ge didn't understand at first, but when he thought about the word andrology, his face instantly turned black.

His entire body was enveloped with dark air.

His eyes suddenly became extremely sharp and shot directly at Butler Ji. His voice was extremely cold as he said, "Uncle Ji, it seems that you're not too busy, but too free."

Butler Ji actually dared to suspect that there was a problem with him.