Huo Zhanting reflected for two seconds, turned his head, picked up the car keys, and left.
He didn't return until three hours later.
Ignoring the inquiries of Zhang Duo and the servants, he strode upstairs and knocked on the bedroom door.
"Open the door."
The door didn't open.
Huo Zhanting's voice sounded as if something were stuck in his throat, a little hoarse, "I bought you sugar-coated haws."
The door still didn't open.
He added another sentence, "Strawberry-flavored!"
"I don't want any!"
An Lan's attitude was still very poor, "You only want the child! Otherwise, you wouldn't treat me this way!"
Huo Zhanting clenched the stick of the sugar-coated haws, anger rising in him, "An Lan, don't be ungrateful! You should be moved to tears that I'm willing to let you have the child! Otherwise, do you think you're worthy?!"
With a thud, the sound of something heavy falling echoed as Huo Zhanting's expression changed. He kicked open the bedroom door and hastened inside.
