Huo Jiaming entered the private room and saw Lin Mo, who had awakened.
"Mr. Lin, you're awake!" Huo Jiaming greeted with a respectful bow, still displaying profound humility. In his eyes, Lin Mo was akin to an Immortal; even though his granddaughter might never again cross paths with Lin Mo, having such a figure as an acquaintance was considered immensely favorable for the Huo Family.
Lin Mo nodded and turned his gaze to a wooden box, asking, "Where was this box found and brought back from?"
Huo Jiaming replied, "Our company has a branch in Seattle, and we also engage in some pawn business there. This wooden box was acquired in Seattle, and after some bizarre incidents occurred, I personally ordered it to be brought back."
"America?"
Lin Mo frowned.