Zhong Yi approached Huo Xingzhou, looking around with a gentle gaze.
"President Huo, what a coincidence."
His eyes and brows were faint as if drawn in ink wash painting, exuding nobility without vulgarity.
Clearly, he was brought up amongst the finest, and who would have guessed he was just an illegitimate son of the Zhong Family?
Huo Xingzhou's eyes flickered, his expression growing deeper and darker.
He reached out and wrapped his arm around Qiao Xi's waist, speaking in a deep voice, "It's not exactly a coincidence since Xu Guangyao and our Huo Family have some unsettled scores. However, your appearance here, Young Master Zhong, is quite surprising."
Huo Xingzhou had his suspicions about why he was there.
From the details, it was clear that Zhong Yi's actions were illogical in many ways.
However, Huo Xingzhou didn't want to startle him; he wanted concrete evidence and to see how far this man could go.
