Rong Jing swallowed, "Yes, I am Rong Jing. Who might you be, sir?"
"Huo Yirong."
Mr. Huo introduced himself with a smile, his tone affable, and his attitude friendly.
However, that was merely a facade.
His eyes were firmly fixed on Rong Jing, and the smile on his face was cold, void of any warmth.
If Rong Jing had been just a bit bolder and met his eyes, he would know the fear-inducing aura radiating from the depths of this man's gaze.
Rong Jing hangs his head, giving a slight nod in response to the man's words almost subconsciously.
He was still murmuring the name in his mind.
Huo Yirong, Huo, Yirong!
Suddenly, Rong Jing wide-eyed in terror, locked eyes with Huo Yirong.
There was an inexplicable coldness in the man's eyes, likely a byproduct of his habit of looking at others from a position of power, even a casual glance carried an intimidating majesty.
"M-Mr. Huo?" Rong Jing was stammering, struggling to articulate his words.
He was terrified out of his wits!
