The appearance of Huo Ting may have made Xia Lian feel that her backer was here, so she straightened up and didn't lose her imposing manner before Ming Shu.
Even if she is the Xu family's young miss, so what? As long as I have Huo Ting, the Xu family will become the past someday.
I will be the final winner.
"Mister Huo, did you intend to beat me dead or disable me last time?"
Ming Shu started a conversation with astonishing words.
Huo Ting looked aside slightly. The girl sat in a grandiose manner next to him, and there was a beaming smile on her pretty face, like bright peach blossoms in March's spring wind.
The stage lights flashed and passed by her inky eyes. Within an instant, the broken lights seemed to be reflected into the abyss.
He was above the abyss and felt the wind blowing past fiercely. His body couldn't help but fall down.
Huo Ting came back to himself with a rush and was surprised.
