The voice was indifferent, "But I don't even need to check to know it's definitely them."
No one could threaten her.
Huo Yihan didn't want to know how those two got together, crossing one leg over the other, he slowly said, "Although you can't swallow the Nan Family whole, with a few more chews, you'll manage to swallow it down. As for Qinglu, I have no say."
Wishful thinking isn't considered an emotional debt, but Yu Qinglu's fiancé entrusted her to him before he died, so he's responsible, albeit reluctantly.
Life is something you can never repay; you can only try to compensate as much as possible.
After twelve o'clock, most of the diners in the restaurant had left.
Mu Jin Huan lit another cigarette, the nicotine helping him ignore the stomach pain; his dark eyes were shadowed but calm.
