In the corridor of the Junhua Lanbo Hotel, He Ximeng's cold gaze landed on Xu Fang.
His sharp eyes were like chips of ice.
Watching him frostily, he merely called out to him and said nothing more.
That day, He Ximeng was wearing a dark blue shirt that, under the corridor lights, appeared blackish-blue and indistinct.
The man held his cellphone, hanging by his side, fixedly staring at Xu Fang.
The man who, just a second ago, was in a private room making merry with everyone had now become the King of Hell, and just by looking at him, Xu Fang felt this man had come for his life.
After a long while, He Ximeng coolly parted his thin lips and asked, "Do you know Fu Jing?"
"I do," Xu Fang informed truthfully.
Upon hearing this, He Ximeng gave a slight smile, and then, his gaze brushed past the private room and slowly settled on him as he coldly spoke, "Since when did the He Family's grandson become someone your kind can trample over?"
