The man named Huo Junmo lazily leaned against the sofa, long legs crossed, arms folded, resting his chin on one hand as he gazed at the coffee table ahead, seemingly lost in thought.
Seeing his absent-minded demeanor, Gu Xingchen continued, "Junmo, look quickly, see who I've brought for you? Take a closer look?"
Huo Junmo remained in the same posture, ignoring his words completely.
"Junmo!" Gu Xingchen spoke again, his tone carrying a hint of excitement that left Ye Anxin puzzled.
Annoyed by the call, Huo Junmo finally lifted his head! The moment his deep eyes saw Ye Anxin's small face, a storm surged through his calm eyes, and the body that had been seated on the sofa suddenly stood up, the tall figure exuding a strong sense of oppression that swept towards Ye Anxin.
Almost simultaneously, as Huo Junmo's gaze fixed on her, Ye Anxin also felt another gaze fall upon her.
This gaze, unlike Huo Junmo's fiery one, was like a cold wind, chilling her to the bone.
