Huo Xingzhou frowned and looked at him, his gaze growing colder.
"Get lost."
Zhou Yu, with a sleazy face, said, "Don't be embarrassed. Tell me, did Cheng Han cure your infertility?"
"No," Huo Xingzhou said impatiently.
Zhou Yu deflated like a punctured ball, "What a pity. I can't find anyone to share all those good things with. Huo Er, don't lose heart, you will definitely get healthy!"
He patted Huo Xingzhou's shoulder sympathetically.
"What good things do you have?" Huo Xingzhou asked flatly, looking at him inquisitively.
"Lots of good things."
Zhou Yu lifted his eyebrows proudly, "Things beyond your imagination."
Things that were available in the market and those that were not, he had them all.
There was even a storage room in his house dedicated to these treasures, which even the housemaid wasn't allowed to enter and clean.
"Vulgar," Huo Xingzhou cursed.
