Mu Lan knocked on the door, but when no one responded, she pushed it open.
There was no sign of Huo Tingxiao in the office.
"Huo Tingxiao?"
She called out softly, but still no response came.
She looked around, and he wasn't lying on the sofa either.
It seemed he was in the private resting room. Gently turning the doorknob, she passed through the foyer, the living room, and arrived at the master bedroom, where Huo Tingxiao lay on the bed, eyes closed, taking a nap.
Mu Lan eyed the furrow between his brows, then notice his clammy look and couldn't help but curl her lips. This man really had issues—stomach ache and not going to the hospital.
She tiptoed to place the thermos and the stomach medicine she had brought on the bedside table, intending to leave. But suddenly, her wrist was caught.
Mu Lan was startled and turned to meet Huo Tingxiao's deep black eyes.
"Where are you going?"
"You... weren't you sleeping?"
