Ye Beisheng almost had a heart attack.
Huo Xiting walked to the front passenger seat, put on his gloves slowly, and opened the door. "Mrs. Huo, you're in a good mood. Why do you happen to be in another man's car?"
Qin Zhou recognized him at a glance. This was the Ninth Master, whose name shook the world.
The expression in his eyes changed from surprise to doubt, to shock, to relief, and then to determination. He patted Ye Beisheng's shoulder and said, "Xiao Wu, so this is your husband. "
Ye Beisheng was speechless.
"Mr. Qin?" Huo Xiting looked up casually.
Qin Zhou had a good impression of Huo Xiting, and a man who could make Xiao Wu marry him willingly must be extraordinary.
As long as Xiao Wu liked him, he felt that Huo Xiting was perfect in every way.
"Hi, Ninth Master." Qin Zhou smiled and nodded his head.
