Elsewhere, at Si Chen's house.
The man with the darkened face kicked over the trash can and strode in.
With a headache, Si Chen glanced at the innocent trash can rolling on the ground, bent down to place the Vodka he had just taken out on the table, and complained to the man sitting on the sofa beside him, "I bet one million it's definitely because his little sweetheart provoked him again."
Huo Leiting, who had just returned to the country, wasn't too familiar with domestic situations. Hearing Si Chen mention the little sweetheart, his thick eyebrows furrowed sternly, his sharp eyes turned towards Si Chen, and a deep voice rumbled from his throat, "Hmm?"
