Stanley Batton quickly walked to his car.

As soon as he entered, a cold breeze blew into the car.

Zack Cassidy, who had fallen asleep in the driver’s seat, slowly opened his eyes.

Quickly, Zack pushed his golden-framed glasses up his nose-bridge. After checking the time, he glanced at the rearview mirror to look at the aristocratic man in the backseat.

“Fifth Master, has the young madam been teaching you about Chinese medicine the whole time?” Zack asked with a look of disbelief.

“Yeah,” Stanley