“What’s wrong?” Sire Zhao frowned as he unhappily said, “I know my own body well. I can eat, sleep, and even work!”

As for Yue Zun, he was worried that Sire Zhao might flare up and immediately smiled. “Sire Zhao, please calm down. There might be another reason in his words.”

Withdrawing his hand, Su Tao said in a grave tone, “Sire Zhao, there’s no problem with your body, there’s only an issue in your cervical vertebra. However, the state of your cervical vertebra is still better than anyone at your age, so as long as you receive a massage periodically, it can help to alleviate your cervical vertebra’s issue. There’s nothing wrong with your body, but there’s an issue with a painting on the wall!”

Hearing Su Tao’s explanation, Sire Zhao’s expression loosened up, before he asked in perplexion, “What’s wrong with the painting?”

Nodding his head, Su Tao replied with a serious tone, “There’s nothing wrong with the painting in general, but there’s an issue with the person that drew this painting. Although it was signed with your name, I can guess that it must be done by a friend of yours!”

“You actually noticed that?” Sire Zhao exclaimed...