Zhong Yi's lips curved slightly, rendering his handsome face even more bewitching. Due to excessive blood loss, his complexion was pale, yet it added a fragile beauty.
He looked up and asked, "Why?"
"It's related to a friend of mine," Qiao Xi's eyes reddened. "Young Master Zhong, you surely weren't hospitalized for a fever or pneumonia, were you? Your face says a lot."
Zhong Yi smiled at her, "I shouldn't underestimate traditional Chinese medicine's diagnostic methods, especially since you are Grandpa Cheng's disciple. But how does my being hospitalized concern you?"
Qiao Xi clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms, "Why did Young Master Zhong go to Moon Village? And why did he hide in the trunk of my Huo family's car on the way back to the city?"
Zhong Yi spoke slowly, "Shouldn't you be asking Huo Xingzhou these questions? Or is it that your marital relationship isn't that strong, and he hasn't even told you this?"
