"Master, someone has already been sent to assist Madam."
Huo Qiang stood dutifully by the desk, his gaze respectful.
"Ahem, Ahem..."
Mr. Huo coughed lightly twice, his handsome pale face showing a faint red due to the persistent cough.
His frosty eyes glanced over Huo Qiang, he asked, "When did Huo Chuan see Madam cry?"
His voice had a bit of a hoarse tone, and his thin lips were slightly red.
Huo Qiang truthfully reported: "The day before yesterday, Madam was in the sunroom on the first floor."
Huo Yunjiao lowered his eyes, revealing a touch of contemplation in their depths.
When he first heard Huo Qiang say that Qin Ruan was crying, his heart quivered slightly, and he felt a tingling sensation at his heartstrings.
Not long after, he began to wonder if Huo Chuan might have been mistaken.
Givin Qin Ruan's personality, she would never hide away and cry alone.
The girl was in a positive frame of mind, even more expectant than him for his full recovery.
