An exquisite female pistol was stuffed into Ye Beisheng's hands.
She choked for a while. Does the Huo family have a habit of giving others pistols as a gift?
The first gift Huo Xiting gave her was also a gun, and Grandma Huo gave her a gun as well.
They were indeed family.
"Alright, you guys can go." Grandma Hunt suddenly frowned and waved her hand.
Huo Xiting's lips tightened and his voice was hoarse. "Grandma, I'll accompany you for a while longer."
Grandma Hunt smiled and waved her hand. "It's alright, go ahead. I'm getting old. I want to rest."
The servant hurried forward. "Ninth Master, the old madam's awake time is getting shorter and shorter. She would only stay awake for about an hour now."
Ye Beisheng subconsciously frowned. Only one hour a day?
Huo Xiting left with Ye Beisheng with a cold expression. She could tell that he was not in a good mood and was speechless.
