Huo Qiang's words had barely left his mouth when his eyes, sharp as arrows, pierced towards him.
Huo Yunjiao's thin lips pressed together unhappily, "We need to wait for Madam to return and let her handle it."
"The ninth grand-uncle might not be able to wait any longer, Madam. He's been coming over several times before her birthday."
Huo Yunjiao's profound and tranquil eyes glanced at Huo Qiang with apparent disinterest, a glacial frost lingering in his gaze for a thousand years, suddenly smiled, "Old Qiang, don't tell me you also want to pressure Madam together with the elders?"
As of yesterday, the Secret Guard Department of the Huo Family was formally under the control of Qin Ruan. Considering the identity of the guests last night, they did not make a scene in front of outsiders.
The people from the Yan Family had just left with the front foot when the elders came knocking with the back foot, and their purpose was none other than Qin Ruan.
