He Jingyao only then recalled the health check from a week ago.
He frowned slightly, "I can still look at it tomorrow."
"No, you must take a look now!" He Yirong's voice suddenly rose.
He Jingyao was indifferent, about to hang up the phone, but then He Yirong said something else that made He Jingyao's expression instantly darken.
"Do you realize how serious it is now?" He Yirong said through clenched teeth.
He Jingyao fell silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled faintly, "I should rest now, good night, Father."
After speaking, he ignored He Yirong's shocked and angry yelling, decisively hung up the phone, switched it off, then threw the mobile phone to the side.
At the same time, Su Zixi had finally dried her hair and applied her face cream.
She came toward him with a smile, her cheeks still flushed, "Was there something important?"
He Jingyao's dark gaze fell upon her, his eyes scanning every inch of her bare skin, making Su Zixi feel unbearably hot all over.
