Huo Xingzhou watched her getting angry, his cold features softening a bit.
"I am in Haicheng, at least I didn't do anything to wrong you."
Qiao Xi released his wrist, somewhat frustrated with his complacency: "Your pulse is thin and weak, indicating a deficiency in essence and blood, clearly from too many sleepless nights. Also, you have liver qi stagnation and a weak spleen and stomach, your diet must also be irregular, probably with a lot of alcohol."
The last time they spoke on the phone, he was out drinking for business.
Qiao Xi didn't understand.
He was already the president of the Tianyuan Group, and his wealth ranked among the top nationwide, why was he still pushing himself so hard?
What's so important that he needs to entertain personally?
Huo Xingzhou stretched out his hand and rubbed her head, saying, "Little Divine Doctor really is insightful. Just by taking my pulse, you know what I've been doing, even if it's not directly under your eyes."