Ye Gushen had just taken his medicine. Dressed in pajamas, his already pale face looked even more sickly, giving him a fragile appearance that indeed resembled someone gravely injured.
"I need to rest for a while." Ye Gushen sat across from him, "Huo, why did you come so early? Is something the matter?"
"Just wanted to check on you. Since you're under the weather, you probably won't have much time to spare. Why not take a good rest at home for now? We'll take care of things!" Huo Jianrong said, putting on an expression as if he was concerned for Ye Gushen's well-being.
"But that's not what Lin said yesterday." Ye Gushen's face remained indifferent.
Huo Jianrong's heart skipped a beat.
Of course, he knew what Lin said yesterday. He thought that because Ye Gushen was ill, he would be weaker. Little did he know that Ye Gushen would sharply block Lin with just one sentence.
