Zhou Hua Fan sat in her bedroom without moving a muscle, though she was leaning on the pillows behind her it was as if she was carved to perfection as a sickly beauty. Her cheeks were pale and her eyes were bright but the girl seemed to be mute since awakening. An old man sat a few feet from her bed at her coffee table patiently going through his paperwork and occasionally answering his assistant's calls or attending meetings through his computer instead of in person. Hua Fan stared at her grandfather while blinking innocently without speaking, but Zhou Jian Kong who was busy adapting to his work through his laptop "failed" to notice her look. He didn't look up at her at all, as he was still vexed with her, however, although on the surface the old man was indifferent he was actually extremely anxious and worried about her.