Liu Huimin's fingers were trembling.
A ludicrous guess flashed through her mind but was instantly dismissed by her.
She even laughed at herself for being delusional.
...
Qiao Xi, sensing something, turned her head and glanced back.
Upon seeing Liu Huimin, the smile on her face faded, and she got directly into the Rolls-Royce.
Huo Xingzhou's suit jacket draped over his arm, he slowly entered the car.
The driver, Old Chen, closed the car door and sat in the driver's seat.
Qiao Xi turned her head towards the man and said, "Mr. Huo, how did you arrive so promptly? Did it delay your work?"
"Shu Xue contacted me."
Huo Xingzhou said indifferently.
"But, when did you find those documents? They are so detailed that even those victims were persuaded to jointly sue Fang Yue." Qiao Xi was curious; she thought Huo Xingzhou truly was like Aladdin's Lamp.
Whatever she wanted, he could accomplish.
He seemed to understand her heart.
