Huo Zhou returned to the villa and quietly came to Huo Xiaoran's side to ask the question in his heart.
"Xiaoran, don't you love Qiao An? Why did you suddenly propose to Lu Mo? Are you really going to marry Lu Mo?"
Huo Xiaoran swirled the red wine glass in his hand, and a hint of ruthlessness appeared in his eyes. His sharp gaze swept across the Lu family not far away. Seeing them chatting happily, Huo Xiaoran's expression became even colder.
"Yeah."
"Why?" Huo Zhou was puzzled.
Huo Xiaoran retracted his gaze and shifted it to Huo Zhou's face. He suddenly leaned forward slightly and leaned close to Huo Zhou. In a voice that only the two of them could hear, he said, "She schemed to marry me, so I'll give her a big gift."
Huo Zhou felt a chill run down his spine. Huo Xiaoran's ruthlessness towards Lu Mo was really something to keep a distance from.
