This man appeared casual and relaxed, and his gaze even showed signs of compassion.
But the danger he posed was beyond their imagination.
"En."
Huo Yunque appeared to nod as he turned and returned to his car. "It's cold outside. Go in."
Song Wenchuan froze for a bit. Did Huo Yunque agree or not?
He opened his mouth to say something, but before any words came out, he saw his sister chase after the man and grab onto his sleeve.
His eyelids twitched. Oh my, "Song Yaoyao—" do you still want to live?
The average person couldn't come in contact with a person of this level, so they didn't know of his existence. As for the Songs, their impression of the man only came from what they had heard from others.
But this didn't prevent Song Wenchuan from knowing that this man was dangerous, powerful, and he hated when people got close to him.
