Su Wanwan frowned at the man in front of her with his hair standing on end.
He was probably in his early twenties, wore sunglasses, dressed in a gaudy floral shirt, had a bandage on his head, and wore a semi-long hair in the middle – reminiscent of…
A small-time thug you can find anywhere on the streets.
"Who are you?" She didn't remember knowing such a character.
Hearing this, Huo Zhexi almost fainted in anger.
She cracked his head open, got him grounded and scolded for several days by Huo Yuanshan, and now she's innocently asking who he is?
He pointed fiercely at her face and said, "Speak! Why are you here in my home?"
Su Wanwan blinked her eyes, sounding genuinely innocent, "This is your home?"
"What an idiot!"
Huo Zhexi suddenly removed his sunglasses, and the next second...
"Damn! You're not here to complain to my grandpa, are you?"
Grandpa?
Su Wanwan seemed to make sense of it, so this thug was Huo Jingshen's younger brother?
