418 The Fan Brothers 2 (1/2)

Jun Wu Xie looked at Fan Zhuo sitting before her and immediately realised the identity of the frail boy next to Fan Jin.

The Headmaster of the Zephyr Academy had two sons. The adopted Fan Jin and the other one was the youth looking smilingly at her, Fan Zhuo.

Fan Zhuo was the Headmaster's biological son but he was born with a weak body constitution compared to others. He was sixteen years old and seldom stepped out through his doors. Because of Fan Zhuo's weak body, the Headmaster could be said to have spared no efforts and spent endless riches on huge amounts of fortification medicine and elixirs to keep him alive.

To people outside, few knew what Fan Zhuo looked like and only knew he suffered from a weak body constitution.

Jun Wu Xie discreetly observed Fan Zhuo's countenance.

Under the loose clothes, the emaciated body was barely skin and bones, which made people wince with worry to see. His complexion was deathly pale and under his thin skin, his blood vessels were visible. The torment brought about by that weak body could not be comprehended by an average person but in this instance, even under the agonizing pain, Fan Zhuo had nevertheless maintained a stout heart. His genuine smile was not one that people would usually link to a boy who might lose his life at any minute.

Jun Wu Xie had a good impression of both of the Fan brothers. Fan Jin had defended her repeatedly and that might have contributed to her having easily liked Fan Zhuo, as birds of a feather, flock together.

”Haha, Little Zhuo. You've hit it right on the nail this time. To be honest, I brought Little Xie here today to freeload off your scrumptious food here. The food in the academy's dining hall not edible. I know you have lots of good stuff here, so hurry and ask Ah Jing to whip up something for us to have a taste or two.” Fan Jin said laughing. It dawned on Jun Wu Xie that the place Fan Jin had mentioned that had great food must have been here, and he had intended to exploit his own brother all along.

Fan Zhuo laughed along and seemed used to his brother frequent ”exploitation”. He shook a bell on the table with his hand and soon, the youth Ah Jing, came rushing into the room, still holding a broom in his hand.

”Young Master, what do you need?”

”Bring us some food.”

”Yes.”