Huo Xingzhou's deep and sculpted eyes grew even darker, and he leaned against the back of the chair with his fingers clasping the teacup, saying, "What difference does it make if I'm heartbroken or not?"
Zhou Yu chuckled sleazily, "Just say it hurts, and there will be no need for vinegar at this table today."
Huo Xingzhou shot him a cold glance, "What's it to you?"
"I'm sorry, I admit my mistake."
Zhou Yu, with a smile still on his face, said, "Perfect timing, I've got a call. It seems to be from the Zhong Family. I'll go welcome them; they should be here by now. How can I let the boss do such menial tasks!"
He picked up his phone and coat, opened the private room door, and left.
Only Qiao Xi and Huo Xingzhou were left in the private room.
Qiao Xi suddenly felt that the question from before should have been asked at home.
The time and place here were all wrong.
She felt somewhat embarrassed under the fixed gaze of the man's eyes.
