Chi Muzhen shook her head. “I came straight here after work—just had to pick up the prayer beads. Mr. Huo is probably still at the office.” At her words, a flicker of disappointment crossed Old Mrs. Huo’s eyes. She had hoped that with the two of them living together since Huo Yunting’s accident, their relationship might have mended. But it seemed nothing had changed; there was no progress at all.