Moved?
By Huo Third Master?
Xia Cha recalled carefully. Huo Third Master was indeed handsome and noble. His facial features were like an artisan's meticulously carved sculpture, and he exuded the deep and rich aura of a mature man.
He was just like a rare French red wine that could captivate people.
Huo Heng looked at Xia Cha who was lost in her memories, and his eyes flashed with coldness and malice.
His dark red lips were pursed tightly and his thin jawline was tight. Without waiting for Xia Cha to answer, he stubbed out the cigarette in his hand and turned to leave.
Xia Cha looked at the man who left without a word and felt puzzled.
He was the one who started the conversation, yet she had not even said anything. Why did he look so gloomy and scary?
Xia Cha touched her nose and stood by the sea for a while before walking toward the shed he had set up.
