At the bottom of the apartment building.
Lin Hao's body had already recovered a significant amount, and his complexion was also becoming rosier.
He sat in the driver's seat, looking back at Qin Ruan in the back seat.
"Where are we going now?"
Qin Ruan's voice was laced with a faint fatigue: "What time is it?"
Lin Hao glanced at the time. "9:30 PM."
"Let's go home."
Qin Ruan feared if she did not return soon, it would disturb the busy third young master.
Receiving her command, Lin Hao started the car and drove away from the apartment complex.
...
The Huo Household.
Inside the small building where Huo Yirong resided.
In the second-floor study.
Huo Yirong was standing in front of a spacious balcony, with a mobile phone to his ear.
His profound eyes were replete with grimness, and his refined features were shrouded in an aura of chilliness.
