But since Shen Tianfang had already gotten used to it, Ye Chenfeng no longer asked too much about it.
However, the way Shen Tianfang looked at Ye Chenfeng changed, his deep eyes filled with curiosity.
Shen Tianfang's gaze was entirely different from that of the common lower-class people. Perhaps he was a fallen noble.
Could it be that he had noticed something? A chill ran through Shen Tianfang's heart.
"Dad, Brother Ye might really be able to do it. Why won't you let him give it a try?" Shen Yuqin said discontentedly.
"Let's not bother Xiao Ye with this. I know what's wrong with my leg, and it doesn't affect me. It might even backfire if treated," Shen Tianfang declined repeatedly.
"It's fine, Yuqin. Uncle Shen is a wise man. He knows his own condition better than anyone. If he says it's fine, we don't need to worry," Ye Chenfeng said.
"Alright then," Shen Yuqin agreed reluctantly, nodding her head.
