Huo Jiancheng's voice came from outside the room, "Xingzhou, are you asleep? I want to talk to you."
Huo Xingzhou opened the door and saw him, saying, "Qiao Xi is asleep, let's talk outside."
He gently closed the door behind him.
Huo Jiancheng's complexion didn't look quite natural as he hesitantly asked, "How is Qiao Xi's injury now?"
"If you have something to say, please just say it."
His facial expression was indifferent, his voice low.
"Xingzhou," Huo Jiancheng also felt uneasy inside, "I was thinking of your grandfather..."
"He isn't my grandfather anymore," Huo Xingzhou saw through it all, "I know you've been frequently visiting the hospital lately, your filial piety is your own business."
Huo Jiancheng rubbed his hands together, lacking in confidence, "Your grandfather is of old age and tormented by illness, it's quite pitiful. He has already been discharged tonight, and your eldest uncle's family only cares about the shares he holds."
