Huo Linong sat back in his chair, with a new level of seriousness on his face. His whole demeanor underwent a sharp change, exuding a faint intimidation.
Nan Fei was inwardly startled, wondering if all the members of the Huo family were skilled in such rapid shifts in attitude.
Huo Linong glanced several times at Zhou Yongxian's leg wrapped in a cast, and with an inscrutable expression said, "Mother, my approach was based on your leg injury."
Although magnanimous in nature, he was not one to be trifled with. Anyone who dared to treat him as a fool or a soft-hearted, useless individual, was gravely mistaken.
The look on Zhou Yongxian's face improved a little. At least she was not like his wife who seemed to have lost her mind.
"Right now, it's just my leg. In the future, it might be my life. I'm getting old, I can't withstrand such turmoil," she added.
