Yang Hongling curled her lips in disdain. As usual, she spoke frankly and never hid anything."You have to fight for your own face, not be given by others. As long as you can beat me, I'll give you enough face the next time I see you."
The corners of Huo Jingyun's mouth twitched as he rolled his eyes in his heart. If he could beat you, why would he have to endure this?
He ordered someone to put down the things. He had come here on the orders of his second uncle, Huo Chengcheng, to bring gifts to congratulate him and to spread the reputation of Qingyun Inn. Now, he had achieved his goal.
He didn't stay. After all, he wasn't familiar with Zhang Ronghua. It was only the first time they met.
As he left.
