"Bottom line?"
Huo Jinnan sat there, his expression haughty and elegant, glanced at the little guy, lit a cigarette, and his deep eyes gradually sank, dimming to the point of having not a gleam of light, "I have three bottom lines that can't be touched. Whoever touches my bottom lines, I will teach them the true meaning of regret."
Three? That many?
The little guy looked at Huo Jinnan, very curious to know if he was one of those three.
Huo Jinxue was even more curious than the little guy. Looking at Huo Jinnan and thinking about the domineering tone in his brother's voice, she couldn't help but ask, "Second brother, which three?"
"The platoon leader."
Huo Jinnan paused for a moment, took another cigarette from the pack beside him, and held it between his fingers.
Huo Jinxue glanced in the little guy's direction, couldn't help but feel indignant on behalf of the little guy— in his second brother's heart, Xiaowei actually ranked lower than a dog!