Fang Tong kept her gaze fixed on Huo Jinnan's retreating back.
Huo Jinnan had already walked to one side.
Huo Bei leaned close to him and whispered a few words.
Huo Jinnan nodded slightly, not saying much, his slender fingers twirling the stem of a wine glass, his eyes briefly scanning the deep red wine swirling at the bottom, a stroke of thick ink reflected in his eyes.
Huo Bei, noticing Fang Tong standing not far away looking in their direction, whispered, "Sir, I think Miss Fang came specifically for you today."
"Whatever is meant to come will always find its way, and this is just the beginning," Huo Jinnan sipped his red wine lightly and glanced at Huo Bei, the end of his sentence barely audible.
Huo Bei looked at Huo Jinnan, not understanding why his reaction was so indifferent, recalling that back in the military, everyone had taken for granted that Miss Qin and the sir were an item.
The sir had neither denied nor clarified, just letting rumors run rampant.
