"It's me!" Yin Nan didn't bother with an umbrella, his handsome face covered in small raindrops, his spectacles wet from the drizzle. Advised by their nuisance, he finally decided to remove them. However, his demeanor, hidden usually behind these glasses, seemed even more striking now.
So much so, he turned his heads.
"I'm sorry! I only just returned." Yin Nan's voice was full of unutterable guilt and self-blame, predominantly colored by regret and pain. He only went abroad to attend a meeting and, upon return, was greeted by a terrible surprise.
Yin Nan's hand clenched tightly into a fist, his shadowy grimace radiating fury.
Whoever it was, once he found out, they would inevitably pay the price.
Huo Linong didn't have the audacity to blame others. Hearing Yin Nan's apology, his heart ached more than anyone else's. As a close uncle to Huo Dongfeng who had just arrived, he was the one who should be apologizing.
