Huo Yunjiao gave a hostile smirk, pinching Qin Ruan's cheek: "Well, you've given this some good thought."
He lifted his gaze towards Lin Hao standing beside Huo Qiang, whose eyes were solemn and whose handsome, gentle expression had faded.
Their line of sight collided in the void, one expressionless, one a deadpan face.
Huo Yunjiao glanced at Huo Qiang, ordering sternly, "Clean him up and from now on, Lin Hao will be with Madam."
"Yes, third master," answered Huo Qiang, his surprised expression faded into obedience.
Huo Yunjiao stood up, holding Qin Ruan's hand, "Everything has been handled. Aren't you tired? Let's go upstairs and rest."
"Hmm."
Qin Ruan had no objections, as long as Lin Hao could survive.
Looking at Huo Yirong, who slumped onto the sofa, the third master nudged his chin. "Second brother, if there's nothing else, you should go and rest."
"Understood."
Huo Yirong responded but, remained seated.
