"Hello, this is Qiao Xi. May I ask who is this..."
Qiao Xi spoke softly.
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.
"Hello?"
Qiao Xi frowned, thinking that perhaps she had dialed the wrong number.
At that moment.
From inside the bathroom, Huo Xingzhou called out, "Qiao Xi, time to bathe."
"Oh, coming," Qiao Xi replied loudly.
The breathing on the other end of the phone turned erratic and then the call was abruptly ended.
How strange.
Qiao Xi didn't think much of it and placed her phone on the bedside table before heading to the bathroom.
In the bathroom.
Steam filled the air.
The man's suit jacket lay on the vanity, his shirt cuffs rolled up to reveal his forearms with distinct muscle lines.
His indifferent eyes softened a touch, "The doctor said the wounds on your body aren't serious, you just have to keep your hands dry."
"Oh."
Qiao Xi stood to the side, waiting for him to leave.
But he showed no sign of doing so.
"Mr. Huo, aren't you leaving?"
