Huo Yinghuai was completely unaware that his newly hired college student assistant was already trembling. He simply grunted in response and hung up the phone.

Through the doorway, Huo Yinghuai saw Wen Li's slightly pale face and recalled what the dean had just said.

Do you self-harm?

Wen Li, who would rather suffer pain on others than be hurt herself, is completely incapable of self-harm.

Huo Yinghuai thought to himself, then strode inside.

Seeing this, Wen Li quickly handed him an apple. Huo Yinghuai took it, picked up a small knife and started peeling the apple, casually asking, "The doctor said you have self-harming behavior. How did you get those injuries on your hands?"

"Self-harm?" Wen Li was stunned: "I didn't."

“I know you wouldn’t do that,” Huo Yinghuai said seriously. “I just want to know how you got the injury on your hand, and the same thing happened in Y country last time, your hand was injured too.”

After saying that, Huo Yinghuai handed the apple to Wen Li.

Wen Li explained, "The blood of people in our line of work is very precious. If you want to strengthen an array or something else, you can unleash its strongest power simply by using your own blood."

"So you've used it many times?"

Wen Li nodded: "When I was little, I caught ghosts with my master. At first, I was chased and beaten by ghosts every day, so I often bled when I was little, but I don't do it anymore when I grow up."

She was the one chasing after the ghosts.

As Wen Li was speaking, she suddenly noticed that Huo Yinghuai wasn't in a good mood, and asked blankly, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Huo Yinghuai's expression was unreadable, but his tone left one with no room to refuse: "Try not to do this again in the future."

Wen Li simply thought Huo Yinghuai was concerned about her: "I definitely love myself the most. I would never do this if it weren't absolutely necessary."

She's not sick; it's not like she doesn't feel pain when she cuts her hand with a knife.

However, this illness was probably caused by the great mental energy he expended while drawing talismans for his third brother, followed by the rapid divination to find Miao Miao's whereabouts, and most importantly, the fact that he went to the sea in such cold weather.

Miao Miao only had a simple cold after returning home, but she almost died in her dormitory.

Wen Li spoke fluently and attentively, while Huo Yinghuai listened carefully and gave her quick and accurate answers whenever she needed them.

By the time Wen Li came to her senses, it was almost noon.

"I've kept you occupied for so long, aren't you going to work?"

Huo Yinghuai is extremely busy. While others earn ten dollars an hour, Huo Yinghuai is worth tens of thousands of dollars a second.

Huo Yinghuai: "I'm not busy today, I can go to work tomorrow."

"Oh, that's good. It's good that you come and keep me company, otherwise I'll be quite lonely by myself."

"Didn't you say we're friends? It's only right for friends to take care of each other."

Wen Li: "You're right."

Meanwhile, the assistant at the hotel, looking at the table full of big shots, was on the verge of tears.

The boss handed the company over to him, and it's going to go bankrupt tomorrow.

Waaaaah!

——

Wen Tingsong eventually found out about Wen Li's illness.

After all, Wen Li had already taken sick leave twice in less than a week since the start of the semester, and the school was worried that something might happen, so they didn't dare to hide it.

So much so that when Wen Tingsong arrived at the hospital, he immediately scolded Wen Li.

This was the first time the old father had ever been so angry with Wen Li.

"How could you not tell us about something so important? What would I do if something happened to you? You're my only daughter..."

Before Wen Li could even cry, her father was the first to wipe away his tears.

Wen Li: "..."

Helpless, Wen Li could only swear repeatedly that she would find her father immediately no matter what happened in the future, which stopped Wen Tingsong from crying.

After all the commotion, Wen Tingsong finally noticed Huo Yinghuai. Thinking about his own behavior just now, Wen Tingsong fell silent.

Before Wen Tingsong could speak, Huo Yinghuai stood up first, said a few words on Wen Li's behalf, and then said, "Uncle Wen, since you're here, I'll head back now."

Wen Tingsong couldn't wait for Huo Yinghuai to leave, but he sincerely thanked him, saying, "Thanks to you today, you must ask Xiaoli to treat you to a meal after she recovers."

Huo Yinghuai smiled slightly: "Definitely."

Huo Yinghuai left without lingering and departed decisively.

Once back in the underground parking garage, Huo Yinghuai took out his phone and made a call.

It took a long time for the other end to answer.

"Pei Yu, see you at the usual place."

Half an hour later, a limited edition Phaeton pulled up in front of the Mist Bar.

As soon as the car stopped, a waiter came up and said, "Mr. Pei, Mr. Huo is waiting for you in the private room. You can give me the car keys and I will park it in the garage for you."

The waiter was speaking to a man who was 1.88 meters tall. He was wearing a very stylish suit with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. However, he was wearing a black mask, so only his sharp eyes could be seen, which made him look intimidating.

Pei Yu handed the car keys to the waiter, skillfully navigated the bustling lobby, and then took the elevator to the third floor, where the noise abruptly ceased.

Pei Yu pushed open the door to a private room and immediately saw Huo Yinghuai sitting on the sofa drinking red wine.

The two men didn't say anything, and Pei Yu came in and started drinking without saying a word.

The two bosses, each worth hundreds of billions, felt strangely alone in the private room.

Huo Yinghuai spoke first: "Did you manage to win over that girl you mentioned before?"

The two grew up together and were inseparable, like brothers who wore open-crotch pants. Even when they were busy with work, they did not grow apart from each other.

Aside from meetings at the venue, the two rarely met in private and could only talk to each other by phone when necessary.

However, both of them have been preoccupied lately.

Upon hearing Huo Yinghuai's words, Pei Yu picked up his wine glass and downed the wine in one gulp, saying dejectedly, "Don't say anything more. I sent her a message last time based on your advice."

Huo Yinghuai didn't mention that he had used his good friend as a guinea pig, and asked somewhat nervously, "How is it? Does it work?"

Pei Yu waved his hand: "Half a month has passed. I heard from her brother that she went to Africa to rescue an elephant that had been injured by an Indian artillery shell right after filming. Her phone had no signal, so she didn't see my message at all."

Forget about being heartbroken, he was completely in a one-sided love affair.

After saying that, Pei Yu looked at Huo Yinghuai: "What about you? Aren't you quite interested in that little star? I heard you even skipped the meeting to accompany her to the hospital."

“She’s not some minor celebrity,” Huo Yinghuai corrected. “She has nearly eight million followers on Weibo now, and she has a name, Wen Li.”

"Tsk!" Pei Yu glanced at Huo Yinghuai and asked good-naturedly, "Did you confess to Wen Li?"

"No," Huo Yinghuai said wistfully, "I don't dare to ask, for fear of losing even the friendship."

The two good brothers, who were both successful in the business world, suddenly looked at each other and their melancholy was clearly visible.