"Happy New Year, General Huo." Huo Shaoheng greeted Huo Guanchen politely.
Huo Guanchen's voice filtered through the Bluetooth earpiece. It sounded slightly weary. "It is the first day of the lunar new year today, Shaoheng. Will you be coming home?"
Huo Shaoheng had initially not intended to go back. However, hearing how Huo Guanchen sounded, he instinctively felt that there was a hidden meaning behind his words.
"How is grandpa?" Huo Shaoheng asked casually.
"Not very good. On the eve of the lunar new year yesterday, he threw a fit because there was no one at home. Then, we realized that his mouth was slacking to one side this morning. The doctor from the military hospital just left. He told us that he had suffered a mild stroke." Huo Guanchen was extremely worried. "The old man is getting on in years. He only wants everyone to gather during the lunar new year. Come back and visit him for a bit."
