Funeral?
Sun Weimeng was taken aback, looked at him and asked, "Whose funeral?"
"We'll have to wait for news."
Huo Xingzhou turned to look at the tightly closed door. When Cheng Han was brought back, he was barely alive, covered in blood. Given his age and this ordeal, survival was uncertain.
The person enduring the most agony at this moment was definitely Qiao Xi.
Sun Weimeng was shocked internally: "I hope I'm not here for national doctor Cheng Han's funeral, right? This elderly gentleman saved me from danger; even the first prescription Qiao Xi gave me was from him. He can't have anything happen to him..."
"Too many people want him dead."
Huo Xingzhou's eyes were deep and intense.
Sun Weimeng, seeing his terrifying expression, dared not speak, just stayed by his side in the corridor, not daring to wander.
The entire Huo Family villa felt like an ice cellar.
Sun Weimeng didn't dare to even breathe loudly.
