Ever since Fu Jingyu was injured, Ji Mingyuan had been sent by the Huo family to Jiangzhou to take care of him.
As for Huo Zhendong's insomnia, he only recently discovered it.
At Ji Mingyuan's words, Huo Zhendong subconsciously glanced at the photo on the wall of him and Fu Jingyu taken years ago. In it, he hung around Jingyu's shoulder, and his eyes inevitably darkened.
"After Jingyu had an accident," he replied.
Moreover, his insomnia was something he had never let anyone know about.
"…" His words made Ji Mingyuan pause for a moment. "But Jingyu is all right now, why isn't your sleep improving?"
"I don't know," Huo Zhendong said helplessly.
Ji Mingyuan couldn't help but look at him, "I want to hear the truth."
He could sense that Huo Zhendong's insomnia wasn't just because of this, there were other reasons.
If he didn't say it, he didn't know how he could help him with this problem.
Huo Zhendong laughed a little, clearly rejecting Ji Mingyuan's insinuation.