Rong Jing was still talking incessantly, oblivious to the darkening face of the man sitting at the desk.
Huo Yirong interrupted him, "And then what? Get straight to the point."
His patience waned, and his eyes were colder.
"And then, no more. The girl was too drunk to stand, so Han Kexin helped her leave."
Perhaps because Huo Yirong didn't react badly to their conversation, Rong Jing's fear lessened slightly, yet it was still present.
The study fell into a brief silence, broken by the ringtone of the phone on the desk.
Huo Yirong reached out to take the phone.
It was Huo Qiang who called. He answered the call.
"Second Master, we hacked into the Imperial Court Hotel's surveillance. No trace was left on the video from that night, even professional technicians couldn't recover it, the Su Family must have taken precautions in advance."
On hearing this, Huo Yirong's lips curled up, "Bring Su Jingshu to me."
His voice was low and the words he bore were ruthlessly cold.
