The servant understood immediately and promptly agreed.
Lin Beichen nodded gently, remaining silent.
That afternoon, Huo Sizun, without any hesitation, headed straight to the city where Lin Beichen was located. Fortunately, he had been here before; otherwise, he might have gotten lost.
Huo Sizun arrived at Lin Beichen's residence and instinctively raised his hand to knock on the door.
"Lin Beichen, it's me, Huo Sizun."
"Come in." A man's voice came from inside, sounding particularly weak. From outside the door, it was clear that he was injured.
Usually, Lin Beichen's voice was never like this. Huo Sizun's heart tightened, and he hurriedly pushed the door open. As soon as he stepped in, a strong smell of blood filled the air.
Lin Beichen noticed the panic in Huo Sizun's eyes and calmly said, "What's wrong? Since when did you become so flustered? Did something happen?"
