After hanging up the phone, he arrived at the parking lot of the residential complex where President Huo lived.
Xia Xing cautiously looked back.
"President Huo, do you need to send a message to the police station?"
Huo Juanyan sat in the back seat, shrouded in darkness, his eyes unreadable.
A silent pressure pervaded the car, suffocating.
Xia Xing nervously swallowed, his insides churning with anxiety.
After what felt like an eternity, Huo Juanyan's cool voice finally broke the silence.
"Seal off all information that she is the Young Madam of the Huo Family. Don't let anyone know of her connection to the Huo Family."
"Also, tell the police to handle it as they see fit. Don't worry about the Huo Family."
Having said this, Huo Juanyan got out of the car, his female assistant wheeling him away.
Xia Xing was utterly perplexed, scratching his head twice. He closed his eyes, exhaled.
When he opened his eyes again, he returned to his composed assistant self.
