"It's not that simple." Su Shiyuan shook his head. He could only let his family in on a little of what was going on. "I don't think he wants anything at all. He just doesn't want to donate bone marrow to Xiao Zhuo."
"That child is far too heartless!" Su Shiyan drew in a sharp breath. "But from the things I've seen him do, he doesn't seem like a heartless person. Could there be some misunderstanding?"
"Could that child hold a grudge against our Su family?"
Thinking of the things Su Shiyuan had done in private, Su Shiyan wanted to say something, but in the end, she held back.
Whatever Su Shiyuan had done back then, he'd done it for Su Zhuo's sake. Who could have imagined that Huo Jiu, despite being only sixteen, would be even more difficult to deal with than some adults?
Even her eldest brother, an impressive man who'd built his success from nothing, hadn't managed to get the better of him.
"I think you should sit down and talk things through properly." Su Shiyuan's mother spoke gently. "You can't let things stay at a standstill like this. The longer it drags on, the worse it'll be for everyone."
Old Madam Su's words made sense. That very evening, when Su Shiyuan returned home, he intended to have a proper talk with Huo Jiu.
But even after waiting until eleven thirty, Huo Jiu still hadn't come home.
"Call him and ask where he is. It's so late—why hasn't he come home yet?" Su Shiyuan said to Lu Manzhen.
Lu Manzhen nodded, picked up her phone, and called Huo Jiu. It rang for a long time, but no one answered.
"Why aren't you answering?" The phone kept buzzing. Diwu Ling looked at Huo Jiu and asked.
"There's nothing