Huo Qiang knew well that his master was currently physically weak, and not being unconscious was already fortunate. The most crucial thing right now was rest.
And Champs Elysees Manor, was the best place for his master to rest.
Huo Qiang hesitated to ask: "What about Madam?"
Huo Yunjiao's gaze slightly dropped, focusing silently on a particular spot on the desk.
After a while, he quietly said: "No need to notify Madam."
Huo Qiang further queried: "Do we need to inform the old master?"
His mouth still reeked of blood, and Yunjiao's tongue pressed against his palate, suppressing the nauseating discomfort.
"Huo Qiang, get me some water."
"Yes, Master."
Huo Qiang quickly brought a cup of warm water and handed it to Huo Yunjiao.
After rinsing, the taste of blood in his mouth greatly decreased.
Huo Yunjiao looked up at Huo Qiang, saying casually: "Inform grandfather, we'll leave early."
His illness had relapsed; he couldn't stay at home anymore.