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Huo Qichang looked up at Gu Jizhou and knew that he must have caused trouble again.
But right now, all he could think about was Xiaoqin, and he had no interest in paying attention to Gu Jizhou. Standing up, he grabbed a piece of clothing and quickly left the sickroom.
Watching Huo Qichang leave, the old master casually picked up the ashtray from beside him and hurled it straight at Gu Jizhou's head.
Gu Jizhou stood there, not yet registering what had happened, when a warmth spread on his forehead, and blood began to trickle down.
Huo Jinyun had just entered the room and saw this scene. She stood there, not daring to breathe loudly. She glanced at her grandfather's face and then at Gu Jizhou, who had just woken up from a car accident not long ago, worried whether this might cause a concussion?
Her heart ached, but she dared not speak out.
