Huo Yulin sent Huo Yao back to the hotel sometime after 6:00 pm.
Inside the car.
Huo Yao sat on the seat thoughtfully with her phone in hand.
Although she was a little depressed about receiving revision notes from him, he had given her a big red packet, so it was not her style if she did not return the favor.
Hence, Huo Yao turned to look sideways at Huo Yulin and asked him. "Brother Yulin, can you text me your address? I want to send you a box of incense when I get back home."
Since he relied on a psychiatrist to treat his insomnia, he must have a poor sleep pattern. Or else, he would not look so thin.
Although he was not sick, his body certainly would not be able to sustain in the long term.
Huo Yulin was stunned. He composed himself and said, "It's okay. There's no need to go through the trouble."
"I insist. You've already given me a gift, so you can't reject mine," replied Huo Yao sternly.
