Huo Lingan stared at the closed door, his brows deeply furrowed.
A moment later, he turned around and returned to his room before making a phone call.
The phone call took a long time to be answered, and Chen Anxin's sleepy voice came through the receiver, "Hello?"
Huo Lingan asked, "He Zhiyao got married?"
Chen Anxin probably didn't understand why he suddenly asked this and replied without thinking, "Yeah, why else would I have to find you?"
There was silence on the line for a few seconds.
Huo Lingan hung up the phone.
His eyes were a deep, dark pool.
...
He Zhiyao got the medicine and dug out the antipyretic and anti-inflammatory pills from the bag, poured out two, and filled a cup with warm water before returning to the bedside with them.
Qin Shuang was sleeping in a daze, her brows tightly knitted, and a thin layer of sweat had formed on her temples.
He Zhiyao sat by the bed, pulled her into his arms, pried open her mouth, and prepared to stuff the pills in.