At the hospital.

"Mr. Huo, this girl has only suffered some minor injuries, you don't have to worry."

The person treating Song Yaoyao was Elder Huo's personal doctor.

As he looked at Huo Yunque's furrowed brows and gloomy expression, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Because of Elder Huo, he had a good impression of Huo Yunque.

He appeared unapproachable, but he was exceptionally filial toward the old man. He was simply a little cold and authoritative.

Regardless, he was still a human...

Song Yaoyao lifted her gaze, glanced at Huo Yunque quietly, and stuck out her tongue.

After her treatment was finished, she stood up pitifully and tugged on Huo Yunque's sleeve. "Gege, since we're here at the hospital, we should go visit Grandfather."

"You can't call him Grandfather."

Huo Yunque suddenly said as he was walking out.

"Huh? Why?"

Song Yaoyao never considered this point. After all, she didn't know many people and her personality was straightforward.

She liked Huo Yunque and she saw he was quite young, so she called him Gege. Similarly, Elder Huo looked old, so she naturally called him Grandfather.

She did not consider their relationship when greeting them.

As he took in her dopey expression, Huo Yunque said quietly, "Forget about it."

Song Yaoyao scratched her head.

What the hell? Why didn't he finish what he was saying? What was wrong with him?

As they reached the top-floor VIP area, Song Yaoyao spotted a familiar nurse and immediately ran over.

"Sister, is the grandfather in that room here?"

"Huh? Are you talking about Room 8? He's not there. He's playing mahjong with his friends," the nurse chuckled and pointed to the left. "Follow the corridor until you reach the end and the leisure room is on the right. He's in there."

Song Yaoyao: "..."

She sniffed, grabbed Huo Yunque, and asked, "So Gege, is grandfather in the hospital because he's sick?"

Huo Yunque chuckled. "No."

He was here to play.

After hearing the answer to her question, Song Yaoyao felt as though the old man had renewed her impression of hospitals.

She hated hospitals, yet she had now met someone who treated it like his home.

She had never heard of such a thing.

"I will go over now."

But before she did, she double-checked, "Will Grandfather be unhappy if I disturb him?"

"No."

He would love to see her.

Hearing this response, Song Yaoyao grinned. "Then, I'll head over there now!! Are you coming too? Or will you wait here? I want to surprise him! Hehe!"

Her footsteps were fast as she flew down the corridor.

Seeing how cute she was, the nurses couldn't help but smile.

This girl was quite fun.

As she reached the leisure room, Song Yaoyao opened a little gap in the door and analyzed the inside.

It was lively inside and filled with the voices of old men.

"Two Bamboo! Eight Wan!"

"Pong!"

"Oh, sorry, I win..."

She bent her body forward sneakily and crept inside.

When the old men saw her, Song Yaoyao held her finger to her lips. "Shh!"

They nodded in secret and watched her with amusement.

But...who was she here for?

Elder Huo won a round and was beaming with joy.

"Come, let's continue. Eh? We're missing a tile. Where did it go?"

"Here!"

The girl's voice was crisp and lively. In her hand was the mahjong that had fallen on the ground.

"Oh, thank you." Elder Huo was slow at reacting. Only after he received the tile did he turn his head rapidly. When he saw it was Song Yaoyao, he was pleasantly surprised. "Yaoyao? What are you doing here?"