Xie Shihao had just arrived at the hospital when he was pulled onto Xie Qi's private jet. Before he could ask anything, he saw Feng Qing and Xie Jiuhan walking over from afar and board the plane.
Feng Qing was covered in a blanket, and her black hair was down. Her face looked a little pale. Xie Shihao had already found out from Xie Qi that Xie Jiuhan had a relapse last night. He also knew that Feng Qing was hospitalized because Xie Jiuhan had injured her. Seeing Feng Qing's weak appearance, he became much more obedient.
Xie Shihao sat beside them and asked, "Little Aunt, how are you?"
The corners of Feng Qing's mouth curled up into a reassuring smile. "I'm fine. You, on the other hand, want to go to the Sacred Island to participate in the Trial Conference?"
Xie Shihao couldn't help but shiver when he heard the words 'Trial Conference'. His face was filled with a hopeless expression before he leaned back in his chair.
