Huo Xiting's expression didn't change.
Uncle White's persuasion was fruitless, and he could only leave.
For a moment, only Huo Xiting was left in the study.
He looked up slowly. "Lin Zhen."
Lin Zhen looked at him with heartache. Although Ninth Master was pretending, Chairman Huo's actions were indeed too disappointing.
Huo Xiting curled his lips indifferently, his expression full of regret. "It's only nine billion, and Xie Lan can't help but complain."
Lin Zhen nodded, but Huo Xiting suddenly stopped him.
"Help me back to my room."
Lin Zhen looked at the man in front of him with an indifferent expression and a straight back. He was a little confused. "Help you?"
Did the Ninth Master look like he needed someone to help him up?
Huo Xiting was indifferent. "Well, we can't let this chance go to waste."
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