"It's found out, it's the advanced stage of cancer." Qin Miao took out a document and handed it to Huo Baiyuan: "This is an inspection report."

Huo Baiyuan didn't answer, he looked away indifferently, stepped forward, and continued to move forward.

Qin Miao didn't understand what Huo Baiyuan meant.

Back in the office, Huo Baiyuan leaned back on a chair with one hand propped his head and rubbed his tired eyebrows. After a moment of silence, he took out his phone, and the text message was still on the screen.

Huo Baiyuan opened the lock screen, clicked in the text message that day, and kept scrolling forward, all of which were sent by Song Lishu, and he never responded.

In fact, Song Lishu rarely contacted him.

Just last night, she found him and asked him to meet him at a dessert shop today. Since this morning, she has sent a lot of text messages.

——Mr. Huo, I set off.

——Mr. Huo, I'm here.

——Mr. Huo, will you come over?

--I wait for you.

She is his wife in name, but it is ridiculous that she has always called him respectfully as her husband.

Now she is dead.

Huo Baiyuan threw the phone aside, leaned on the chair, and slowly closed his eyes, only to breathe a sigh of relief, as if he had finally broken free of some kind of restraint.

She died in time.

In the evening, when he returned to the Huo’s villa, Huo Baiyuan stepped into the lobby. Qin Miao hurriedly caught up with Huo Baiyuan and asked: “Young Master, the body of the young lady is still in the hospital. Regarding the funeral of the young lady...”

"Find a place to bury it." Huo Baiyuan kept walking and walked to the second floor, dropping such a sentence lightly, as if he was just throwing away a piece of rubbish.

Qin Miao was stunned.

Just find a place to bury it?

Don’t you even plan the funeral anymore?

"That's right." Huo Baiyuan stopped abruptly, looked back at Qin Miao behind him, and said, "Arrange a time to meet with that Miss Shu."

Qin Miao was taken aback: "You are planning to..."

Huo Baiyuan slowly curled his lips: "That Miss Shu likes me, isn't the Shu family always wanting to marry me?"

Qin Miao had something to say in his heart.

Unexpectedly, the eldest grandma had just died, and the eldest grandfather had already planned to marry another woman.

The young master is more affectionate than he thought.

Huo's villa caused quite a stir because of Song Lishu's death.

While the servants were working, they were talking, and apart from mockery and contempt, there was no mercy in their mouths.

Song Lishu's death seemed to be something to celebrate for everyone.

"She was not just a little servant at the beginning. She climbed onto the young master’s bed by dirty means, and then sat in the position of the young grandma. As a result, she died before she sat for a year. She was born without this wealth."

"You deserve it if you die. It's annoying to look at her self-assertive appearance."

"What kind of grandma, I'm damn, it's ridiculous that I can't even enter the Huo family's cemetery after death."

In the night, Huo Baiyuan had dinner and came to the second floor. After Song Lishu's room, he subconsciously stopped, and turned his head to look over, and saw a servant walked out of it.

The servant saw Huo Baiyuan and greeted respectfully: "Young Master."

Huo Baiyuan looked away indifferently, his voice lacking a hint of temperature: "Clean up the contents."

The servant immediately responded: "Yes."

For such an order, I am not surprised.

Huo Baiyuan's dislike of Song Lishu was something everyone in the Huo family knew.