At the dinner table, Chu Tingting saw Huo Qinglin as she had hoped.
He had bandages wrapped around his head, which somewhat affected his enchanting face. However, when Huo Qinglin saw her, his expression was rather indifferent.
Chu Tingting quietly observed Huo Qinglin's expression, noticing that he seemed a bit morose. Throughout the meal, he barely spoke.
All she could hear was Mrs. Huo repeatedly asking if his head hurt, followed by instructing the servants to prepare some nourishing food for him.
Chu Tingting had figured it out. Mrs. Huo truly doted on this grandson, no wonder he ended up being spoiled into such a useless person.
Although Chu Tingting had only been working at the company for a few days, she was very skilled at managing relationships. Many of the employees in the company had secretly been won over by her, and naturally, some long-standing company gossip had transformed into fresh tales and made their way to her ears day by day.
