It was Li Bo.
He Yirong saw it and frowned, "You're a patient now. Whatever it is, it can wait until later."
He Jingyao turned a deaf ear and answered with a hoarse "hello."
Li Bo was taken aback by his voice, "Young Master?"
He had only meant to give He Jingyao a casual call to try his luck, not expecting him to pick up immediately.
"Yes, it's me," He Jingyao said in a deep voice, "How is Zhixi?"
"Young Master, I was just about to tell you…" Li Bo, not noticing He Jingyao's unusual tone, promptly spilled everything about the previous night like pouring beans from a bamboo tube.
With each word Li Bo spoke, He Jingyao's expression grew darker.
"Fortunately, the Young Mistress didn't have any trouble. I called a doctor to the house," Li Bo finally said. "It's just... I'm worried that that Zhuo guy might come to bother the Young Mistress again today."
"I'll be right there," He Jingyao snapped the phone shut, his face now a stormy gloom.
