Just as he was about to write an email to Fu Han, Lao Zhou's voice suddenly came from not far off, "Young Master, why are you here?"
He Xing turned around, his handsome face resuming its usual expressionless look. He cleared his throat and said in his calm voice, "I stepped out for some fresh air. How is Grandpa doing?"
"The old master is recovering well. The doctor said he would conduct a comprehensive checkup tomorrow, and if there's no problem, he can be discharged." As he spoke, Lao Zhou's smile was especially sincere. His weather-beaten, bronze face lit up with life, "Speaking of which, we can thank the old master's strong constitution. Otherwise, how could he have recovered so quickly?"
He Xing's expression softened a bit, his eyes like cold stars shining with a calm light, "That's also thanks to you for taking such good care of Grandpa. You've really helped me out a lot."
