And at that moment, Huo Zhanting had already dispatched someone to find out Xiao Yihe's current address. He arrived at Xiao Yihe's modest rental house with Zhang Duo. The dilapidated and old rental in front of them seemed to foretell Xiao Yihe's bleak future. They now stood at the doorway of his room, where he gave Zhang Duo a meaningful look. Zhang Duo immediately understood and stepped forward to knock on the door.
With a creak, the door was pushed open from the outside. Xiao Yihe's face, which hadn't been taken care of for a long time, peeked out from the gap. Zhang Duo forcefully pushed the door open, and Xiao Yihe stumbled backward two steps, glaring fiercely at the man in front of him.
Zhang Duo! Huo Zhanting's lapdog!
Just then, Huo Zhanting stepped in.
He coldly swept his gaze around. The chaotic rental was incongruous with Huo Zhanting's dignified air. He looked down, regarding Xiao Yihe as if he were trash.
