Xia Xing was shocked on the spot and couldn't help but confirm, "President Huo, do you mean to let Miss Nan move into the bridal chamber prepared by the old lady?"
The black mask on Huo Juanyan's face reflected a cold luster, and his thin lips parted slightly.
"Is there a problem?"
Xia Xing's mind was somewhat baffled, and he hadn't yet come to grips with the situation when he reflexively said, "No problem, no problem."
"Hmm," Huo Juanyan retracted his cold gaze and continued to look at the document in his hand.
Xia Xing still wanted to ask and was just about to speak.
An icy rebuke from Huo Juanyan landed on him, "Haven't you gone yet?"
"I'm going right now!"
Xia Xing's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately grabbed the keys, dashing out at lightning speed, not even noticing the little rabbit on the keychain fall to the ground.
