Che Huan glared at Huo Jinnan with anger, and couldn't help but let out a self-deprecating laugh, "Mr. Huo's nephew is still lying in the ICU ward, and you really don't care about his life or death at all?"
Huo Jinnan looked at Che Huan with a deep gaze and lit a cigarette, "His life or death, what is it to me?"
What kind of conflict had reached this extent?
And what role did she play in it?
The more Che Huan thought about it, the more frightened she became, suddenly finding such a person terrifying!
Huo Jinnan walked over to the sofa, gracefully sat down crossing his long legs, took a drag of his cigarette, "How are you considering it?"
Che Huan looked at the usurper who seemed to be the master of the house but had no power to drive him away, "I'm sorry, I'm not interested in Mr. Huo."
Huo Jinnan lifted his gaze towards Che Huan, "I'm only giving you time to think, I didn't say you had the right to decide."
