Outside the hospital room.
The thick snow was still piled on the tall tree branches downstairs, and the sunlight, filtered through the unclosed curtains, filled the room.
The cold man on the hospital bed just looked at him.
Young Master Huo stood there dumbfounded, staring back at him, eyes full of disbelief.
Could it be that he misheard...?
This is a massive misunderstanding!
But shouldn't Professor Xiao be reprimanding him and then scolding him away? What does "then let's give it a try" mean—?
Young Master Huo was flustered.
He moved his lips: "No, no, how, how could you—"
"What, can't believe it?"
Xiao Yixing frowned, then said lightly, "Don't overthink it. I'm just reluctantly giving you a chance because you were so earnest with your confession."
As he spoke, he looked out of the window, his face devoid of emotion, saying:
"Just now, I'm not in good condition, and there's no one to take care of me."
