He had never taken this new "stepmother" seriously.
At this moment, his eyes were indifferent; he couldn't even bother to give her a proper look, let alone answer her.
Su Yan had long been accustomed to Huo Zhenyang's neglect, though she frowned but said nothing: "The old man is inside, go in."
Huo Zhenyang, arm in arm with Jiayi, walked toward the bedroom.
As they brushed past Su Yan, Jiayi could feel her piercing gaze.
The gaze was filled with coldness and disdain, and rich in mockery.
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In the bedroom, Huo Tianpei was leaning on the bed, resting with closed eyes.
These days were the hottest in Huo Zhenxuan's recent news.
Su Yan and his assistant, fearing that he would be disturbed, did not allow him to watch TV or read the newspaper.
Every day after taking his medication, Huo Tianpei would pretty much lie in bed all day.
Seeing Huo Zhenyang coming, a childlike surprise flickered through Huo Tianpei's lonely eyes: "Zhenyang, you're here."
