Xiao Zhan chuckled, ignoring the sharpness in his words, "Mr. Huo, I'm asking you for a small favor, I really don't mean to threaten you."
After he finished speaking, Huo Jingting didn't respond for a while.
The silent atmosphere exuded a strange feeling, as if even the air had solidified.
After a long time, Huo Jingting slightly parted his lips, just about to say something when the phone placed beside the computer suddenly rang.
The coldness on his face eased a bit, and he glanced over to see that it was a call from Gu Nanqiao.
Huo Jingting picked up the phone and answered, "Hello."
This voice was completely different from the one he used when speaking with Xiao Zhan, even the cold look in his eyes gradually warmed up.
"Huo Jingting, what time do you get off work?" Gu Nanqiao's lazy voice came through the phone, clearly just having woken up.
The man checked the time, "After eleven, what's up?"
"I want to have some tangerines, can you bring some back for me after work?"
