Sadly, the next moment, he fell onto the ground like a broken kite.
As he crashed against the ground, pain surged across his body.
"Xiang Jinxi..."
That cup of tea!
It was spiked!
A pair of black leather shoes appeared before his eyes, and Huo Zhenning struggled to lift his head up, only to see the icy look on his son's face.
With much effort, he stuttered, "You...lured me here on purpose!"
All of this, was a trap, a trap for him to hand himself in!
Clap clap clap.
Xiang Jinxi clapped, as he looked on mockingly.
"Seems you still have some intelligence left."
He squatted down, grabbed Huo Zhenning by the hair and tugged. Seeing his suffering face, Xiang Jinxi smiled, but the glint in his eyes was as menacing as ever.
