Yan Zezheng was surprised, but he didn't say anything as his eyes alternated between Song Yaoyao and Huo Yunque.
He tried to force a smile, but instead, he simply looked stiff and scared.
"I wonder what business you wanted to discuss."
"It's nothing much."
Huo Yunque laughed with a lazy expression. "I just wanted to know how much one of your son's arms and legs costs? And what about his life? How much does that cost?"
From beginning to end, his tone was casual like he was joking.
But his words caused one's hairs to stand on end.
Yan Zezheng's throat moved and anger appeared in his eyes. "Mr. Huo, what is the meaning of this? Even if you want to protect her, this isn't the way! My son is the victim. I know the Huos are powerful and domineering, but my son is still lying in the hospital!"
Not only did he not provide an explanation, he even said such unbelievable words.
Could Huo Yunque act like a human?
"Ugh—"
