444 hurriedly nodded. "I'll remind you next time. Just make sure you don't pluck my fur."
This is the only thing about me that looks good now.
If all my fur really gets plucked, how am I supposed to face anyone?
Huo Sihan had originally planned to take Su Qiao to the hospital for a thorough examination, but thinking of her resistance, he could only call over the Huo Family's doctor for a preliminary checkup.
Su Qiao had been prepared for this. She directly took out her gold needles and inserted them into several acupoints on her body.
The doctor's final conclusion was that although her heart and lungs were still somewhat weak, they had healed fairly well. She only needed to rest properly for a while longer, and she would be fine.
This made Huo Sihan breathe a huge sigh of relief.
She still couldn't slack off on her recovery.
So he still couldn't let her tire herself out, and for the time being, she absolutely couldn't go outside and get chilled.
Thus, after Su Qiao entered her room, she never stepped outside again.
After dinner, Huo Sihan carried a large pile of wood into the corner of Su Qiao's bedroom and began hammering away with a loud clink-clank.
Holding Little Snow, Su Qiao squatted down beside him curiously. "What are you doing?"
Huo Sihan glanced up at the little ball of snow-white fur in her arms. "A little nest."
Su Qiao immediately understood. "You're building Little Snow a doghouse?"
"Mm." Huo Sihan lowered his head and continued working.
The more Su Qiao watched him, the more unbelievable she found it.
He was over six feet tall and covered in muscle. Usually, he wore a blank expression and barely showed any emotion, looking extremely difficult to get along with.