Huo Tingzhou scheduled a meeting and was about to head out.
He stood up, went upstairs to pack a few things, and was ready to leave, not answering Liuyue's question the entire time.
But that doesn't mean Liuyue had forgotten; as she watched Huo Tingzhou about to leave, completely ignoring her question, she hurried over: "You still haven't told me, about Blake's illness."
It was getting cold. Huo Tingzhou put on an exquisite overcoat and slowly donned white silk gloves, adding a sense of ascetic coldness: "Haven't you already sent someone to check on that?"
"That's not the point. The check hasn't yielded anything yet. Besides, how would I know if Blake is going to tamper with the results?"
"Then in your heart, haven't you already concluded that I'm in cahoots with Blake, so why wouldn't you be afraid that I'm deceiving you?"
With that, Huo Tingzhou replied indifferently and turned to leave.