"Just a glance?" The little guy huffed discontentedly. He had already counted just now, three cigarette butts: that means smoking three cigarettes, and with Huo Jinnan's speed, that would take at least an hour and a half!
Huo Jinnan actually sat in the hospital room for an hour and a half. With his character, even when I was sick--and I'm his own son--he would just take a look and leave. Sitting for so long, there must be something wrong!
The caretaker didn't make a sound, her face dripping with sweat. Sure enough, the young master had noticed.
In fact, she didn't know what the sir was doing inside; what could she say?
The little guy glared at the caretaker, unsatisfied, "Next time he comes, remember to tell me."
The caretaker lowered her head, "Yes, young master."
The little guy furrowed his brows, feeling quite annoyed. What on earth had Huo Jinnan come here for? Wasn't he supposed to be out of town? Why come back all sneaky without saying anything?
