She pushed him away, took two steps back, and created a safer distance between them, "What did you want by calling me over?"
"Nothing." Huo Jingting straightened up and leaned back against the bar, "I just felt bored, so I wanted you to come out and keep me company."
"…" What kind of reason is that?
"Mr. Huo sure has a broad mind." Gu Nanqiao's tone was meaningful and seemed to carry a tinge of mockery, "Your father is seriously ill, and here you are, acting as if nothing has happened. I'm afraid in the entire Lancheng, only you could be so cold-blooded."
Huo Jingting had just taken a cigarette out of the pack to smoke when he heard her say this, and he paused for a moment.
His thin lips curled into a cold sneer, "I'm cold-blooded?"
Gu Nanqiao tousled her hair, said nothing, and just scoffed, which could be taken as an agreement.
