Huo Yunjiao's eyelids were half-closed, listening to the report over the phone, a set of cold eyes focused on the file on the desk, deep indifference reflected in his slightly drooping gaze.
He was remarkably attractive with a cold, calm, and elegant demeanor, an unapproachable flower of coldness, with a predatory aura surrounding him.
This intimidating presence that doesn't even require him to anger, was the true demonstration of the deeply calculating Third Master Huo.
The innate indifference and ruthlessness in his bones had a terrifyingly intimidating force.
Seeing this Third Master, Qin Ruan felt cold inexplicably, a chill was sliding down her spine, seeping into her heart.
Huo Yunjiao, after hanging up the phone, seemed to be aware of Qin Ruan's fear.
He retracted the ferocity in his eyes, his gaze lightly resting on Qin Ruan.
Under his gaze, Qin Ruan sat obediently like a primary school student.
