Qin Ruan turned around to see Mr. Huo's hand, as lustrous and perfect as jade, reaching out.
Mr. Huo grasped Qin Ruan by the wrist, flicked off Donald's hand holding onto her, and pulled Qin Ruan back by the waist.
Furrowing his brows, Mr. Huo's gaze was solemn and icy as he stared at Donald.
"Please show some respect to my wife. She is delicate and fragile, unable to withstand all these grand proceedings."
Donald swept his gaze over to Huo Chuan, Huo Zhi and the dozens of others, then back at his team of less than ten. A grimace flickered at the corner of his lips, and he didn't look well.
It was clear that Huo Family outnumbered them. Delicate and fragile Qin Ruan?
This woman held nearly the same status as their Western Satan. Where was she frail and vulnerable?
Qin Ruan leaned into Mr. Huo's arms, a smile in her eyes. She said to Donald, "Since you don't trust me, why come all the way here to make a fuss. I'm tired even if you're not."
