and coughed violently. Fresh air poured into her throat, bringing a searing pain.She was scolded to tears, her tears splattering on the wooden floor.She turned to open the door, but suddenly remember...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."dult men. Even those with tough skin and iron bones would be left with open wounds. What more could be said of a pampered womanFor now, she could only use Huo Mingzheng as a shield. "Now that the se...