Song Ning was busy cooking in the kitchen. Huo Yao walked over and asked her casually. "Mom, has the old man left?"
Song Ning turned to glance at Huo Yao and did not attempt to correct her for calling him an old man. Instead, she said, "He might have caught a cold last night. He has been unwell all day, so he went back to his room to rest after taking some meds."
Huo Yao frowned.
What was this liar up to now?
"I'll go check on him," said Huo Yao.
Song Ning waved her hand. "Go on."
Huo Yao went upstairs. Since the guest room was not locked, she turned the knob to enter.
The curtains were closed, so there was no light in the room at all. The room was pitch black. Also, the air felt stifled.
Huo Yao turned on the light. She looked at the bed and paused before she walked over to see the old man sleeping. He did look sick.
Was he really ill?
