There's Something Hard... Poking Me

Jiang Xun leaned against the doorframe of the rehabilitation room, his back straight, his tall and elegant figure reminiscent of an ancient Greek statue. He had refined and noble features that were sharply defined.

Upon seeing Huo Qing'ang, his dark eyes seemed to flow like a thousand stars. "Mr. Huo, Mrs. Huo."

Huo Qing'ang nodded slightly, his inscrutable eyes filled with a hint of confusion. "Why did you come in person?"

"The old estate has so many pairs of eyes on you," Jiang Xun sighed lightly. "Otherwise... do you think I'd willingly come?"

The cost of exposing oneself was too high, and Jiang Xun was still young. He didn't want to die just yet.

While they were talking, Li Yun followed Huo Zhenyun and walked over from the distant lawn. She looked at Jiang Xun and said softly, "Xiao Jiang, this is Qing'ang's first rehabilitation session. Old Master wants to know if we can accompany him."

She presented surveillance as companionship, a fresh and refined way to put it.