Huo Zhenyang cast a glance at his old classmate and subordinate, his clear and unadorned expression somewhat skeptical, yet the corner of his mouth couldn't help but curve upwards, little sweetheart?
This term applied to that little wild cat who stood before him baring her claws seemed rather out of place.
Seeing him silent, Samuel, who was usually cold and sparing with his smiles, softened his expression considerably, shrugging his shoulders and walking straight to the corner of the luxurious office where the liquor cabinet was. He took out a bottle of whiskey, poured it into a tall glass, and dropped two ice cubes into it.
Swirling the whiskey gently between his fingers, Samuel watched him with a smile, "But I am curious. If that little sweetheart is your woman, why didn't you go to her rescue yourself? Why did you need me to step in for you?"
Who asked that woman to be so unwilling to let anyone know?
