He completely ignored Rong Zheng's provocation, showing no intention of paying it any mind.
Seeing himself disregarded, Rong Zheng's aged face couldn't help but darken.
Huo Jingting's actions had diverted Musa's gaze. He turned his head, looking over with a hint of suspicion, "This is?"
In fact, when they had first come in, he had noticed Gu Nanqiao. A beautiful woman with delicate features, she was memorable.
"My wife," Huo Jingting simply replied, his fingertips gently wiping a water stain from the corner of her mouth.
"Oh, so it's Mrs. Huo." Musa suddenly understood. No wonder he was so gentle. He then greeted Gu Nanqiao, "Mrs. Huo, welcome."
These few lines of dialogue were unrelated to the business of the day, but they eased the tense atmosphere.
Rong Zheng watched the situation, his expression growing uglier by the second.
He clenched his teeth and secretly tightened his grip.
No, the scene he had imagined shouldn't be like this.
