Huo Xingzhou did not notice his subtle thoughts until the two of them reached the outside of the private hospital.
Old Chen drove the Rolls-Royce to the entrance, where Huo Xingzhou got into the car and gave instructions.
"Old Chen, go to the clinic."
By his side was the Buddha Jumps Over the Wall he had packed from the Jinling Grand Hotel last night, already cold through.
Old Chen, seated in the driver's seat with cold sweat on his palms, said, "Young Master, did you see today's local news?"
While casually browsing on his phone, the news he saw nearly scared him to death. He then called the relevant departments to confirm, and it was true!
"What news?"
Huo Xingzhou asked with furrowed brows.
His thin lips were devoid of color, and his expression was distant and indifferent, making him seem even more unapproachable.
"It's about the fire at the clinic."
