Han Bing stood at the entrance and looked at them silently, thinking that the servants would be busy again.
After so many years, the number of things that young master had broken and broken were uncountable.
Although his ability to endure was getting better, the frequency of him smashing things was also getting more and more serious.
Li beixiao walked out of Feng Yan's Villa and saw Huo zhongrao's modified army green SUV.
He looked at the flame, and the flame immediately lowered its head.
The door of the passenger seat opened.
Li beixiao walked over and got into the car.
Huo Zhong drove away and the two of them didn't speak along the way.
Looking at the scenery outside the car window, li beixiao knew where his big brother was taking him.
Nanping Mountain Cemetery
It was past midnight in the winter, and the cold wind blew on his face, chilling him to the bone.
Huo zhongrao's military boots made a squeaking sound as they stepped on the snow.
