A Voice Recording in the Phone

His arms were not strong enough and the tray of food trembled unsteadily. Huo Yunting quickly took the tray from him son.

"I'll finish them later. Thank you son, now go rest downstairs."

"No no no, I want to see you finish them!"

"... Alright."

Lu Zhaoyang was relieved to hear his reply. She tip-toed her way downstairs and missed the gentle look that her husband threw her way.

"Ma'am."

Lu Zhaoyang had just sat down when Huo Li arrived. He greeted her and then asked quietly, "How's Brother Ting?"

She nodded, and then shook her head with a heavy heart. "He's not doing so well. I don't know what he is busy with these days, he even spends the night in the study. I've woken up a few times late at night to find him still awake."

Huo Li breathed a long exhale and said, "Don't you worry too much, he might just need some time."

"I hope so."

"Brother Ting asked me to see him, I'll be going upstairs now."

"Alright."