Huo Tianfeng looked at the cold expression in his son's eyes and let out a heavy sigh. "Lin Banxia? Why do you care so much about her?"
"Because she's different from other women. She's not greedy," Huo Qinglin replied calmly.
"Not greedy? Yet she wants to be the young mistress of the Huo Family. Son, don't be deceived by her innocent appearance."
"I don't know. She gives me that feeling. I trust my instincts—they won't be wrong," Huo Qinglin couldn't come up with a response to his father's words.
Huo Tianfeng didn't want to lecture his son about human nature anymore. His gaze shifted to the window as he contemplated and said, "Fine. As a trade-off between father and son, I'll have someone else carry out the plan to kidnap Lin Banxia. You stay out of it."
"Dad, you promised me you wouldn't hurt her. You'll keep that promise, won't you?" Hearing that his father was delegating the task to others, Huo Qinglin grew more uneasy and had to remind him again.
