"Is Grandfather discussing this with me, or just informing me?" His tone was indifferent, as if he was utterly disappointed.
"Since you understand, just sign it."
The old man placed the agreement in front of him.
"Mr. Huo!" Qiao Xi grabbed his hand, "No one can force you."
She watched, wide-eyed, as he lost one thing after another that belonged to him.
Huo Xingzhou looked up at the robust and insightful elder, "I have something in my hand."
He took out a voice recorder, placed it in front of Old Master Huo, and pressed play.
This was the truth Huo Beiting had drunkenly spoken the night he got drunk with Jin Kai, his voice the only one on the recording: "The... car accident, it was my planning."
"Why didn't he die? Being a cripple is pretty good too."
"Huo Xingzhou should have died a long time ago, Zhuo Feng... hehe, Zhuo Feng is also my man."
Old Huo Weiguo's face turned even more ashen, and he said darkly, "Drunk blabbering, it doesn't count as any evidence."
