Huo Yirong's handsome face broke into a faint smile, his tone light and breezy: "I see your memory isn't very good, it would be better to make it more profound so you can remember."
"I'm at your disposal, Second Master." Huo Zhi did not dare to defy him in any way.
The people in the Hidden Department were all weapons in the hands of the Huo family; they had no dignity, no self-identity.
If their master wanted them to live, they would live.
If their master wanted them to die, their only choice was to kill themselves, they would never let their master experience any inconvenience.
Huo Yirong took his foot off the other's face.
His eyes were ice-cold, showing no mercy.
"Pass Su family's matter over to others, and as for you, get to the Punishment Hall. If you can come out alive, I will give you another chance."
"I accept your command——"
Huo Zhi got up awkwardly, his body hunchbacked, and he walked step by step downstairs.
Huo Yirong turned into his bedroom.
