Huo Linong glanced at his injured right shoulder, "How's the wound? It seems to be bleeding."
"It's fine, it's dried up."
"Let's rewrap it!"
"Let's talk about it after dinner!"
On the time of their conversation, the chef started serving food. Huo Beijiang used the top-level meal card from the hospital, so there was always food available, whenever they came.
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Provincial city, Gongxi Family's home
At dinner, Gongxi Heng and Chen Cuihua were eating face-to-face when the butler's surprised voice was heard outside the door.
"Young Master, why are you back at this time?"
"Eh? Has Yunqi returned?" Chen Cuihua put down her chopsticks, craned her neck to look outside the living room, but Yunqi had already hurried in without giving her a chance to see clearly.
Gongxi Heng raised an eyebrow, "Is something wrong?" The look on his son's face clearly indicated that something was wrong.
