Huo Xingzhou stroked her disheveled hair, tender and patient as he said, "Dreams are always the opposite."
Qiao Xi's cheeks pressed against his chest, listening to the strong and powerful heartbeat, she didn't dare let go.
"Mr. Huo, I saw you in Xu Xingluo's hospital room yesterday. She asked you to feed her fruit..." Her voice was soft and hoarse, seeking an explanation.
"I didn't feed her."
The corners of Huo Xingzhou's mouth turned down slightly as he said, "Nothing at all. It was Xu Xiuyuan who called me, insisting that I come over because..."
Qiao Xi interrupted him, "I understand, she saved your life before."
What saddened her was not his midnight visit to Xu Xingluo, but the words Huo Jiancheng said to her. She dared not ask Huo Xingzhou directly, fearing it would affect their father-son relationship.
"Little jealous girl, what do you understand?" Huo Xingzhou laughed, rendered speechless.
