e it back or throw it away, I don't want it anyway."Before she could finish her sentence, she walked straight ahead."Hey!" Song Qing霜 chased after him, the lacquered box couldn't be thrown away, nor c...Fu Yan only woke up in the evening. After dinner, Cao Fang coaxed her and took her back to the old house.

When we got back to the Huo Mansion, it was late.

As she passed through the front hall, she caught sight of Old Master Huo sitting in his grand chair. The house had guests, and as it was getting dark, she hadn't taken a closer look.

"Grandpa," she greeted him and turned to leave.

"Xiao Fu," Old Master Huo called out to her.

Fu Yan turned back and saw that there was also a white-haired old man beside him. He was about the same age as Old Master Huo, but his spirits were not as good as Old Master Huo's. However, his clothes were very well-tailored.

He seemed to have a chronic illness, thin as a rail. There was kindness in his eyes and features, with a hint of familiarity, as if I had seen him somewhere before.

The front hall was brightly lit. Old Master Huo glanced at her forehead, and before Fu Yan could cover it with her hair, it was too late.

He picked up his teacup, brushed away the leaves on the surface, and glanced at her casually. "What's wrong with your forehead"

For a moment, Fu Yan's spine went cold.

She heard the conversation between Old Master Huo and Huo Mingzheng in her room at noon. Although the two did not explicitly state it, she could tell that Old Master Huo seemed to be scrutinizing Huo Mingzheng, knowing he went to the hospital last night.

Last night was a sensitive point, she couldn't reveal anything about it.

"I accidentally bumped into something." Li Qin couldn't hold on any longer, collapsing to the ground.Kevin tossed the whip aside, his chest rising and falling slightly. He walked a few steps and sat down on the sofa, picking up the red win...