Huo Qi's handsome face displayed a bitter smile, he slowly brought his hand to his chest, where the pain had intensified ever since Miss Duan left.
He said helplessly to Wu Fan, "I can actually make do with anything, just getting by with food, shelter, and transportation is enough."
Wu Fan asked coldly, "What about your obsession with cleanliness? "
Huo Qi looked confused and admitted truthfully, "It seems I do have a slight obsession. I don't really like it when people intrude on my private space."
Wu Fan's expression darkened, "In front of me, you've always acted unrestrained, like a carefree boy. Are you telling me that's also fake?"
Huo Qi's expression was complex, unsure of how to respond.
Qin Ruan stood with her back to them by the lake, retrieving the so-called evil object from the bottom of the lake as Miss Duan had described.
Floating in mid-air was a piece of pitch-black wood, exuding a thick, bloody scent.
