After a while, the door of the adjacent room opened, and a finely dressed woman stepped out, coldly watching the departing back of the young man.
"Sister Liu, you heard it too..."
Yue Zhuan let out a bitter laugh, while the finely dressed woman waved her hand calmly.
"I understand."
Immediately afterward, the woman gazed into the distance where the young man's figure was fading into the crowd, her eyes cold, whispering softly.
"Clinging to punishment when disrespecting a toast..."
"Insolence!"
...
"Hmm?!"
Walking down the bustling street, Zhu Haomiao suddenly had a gut feeling, scratching his head in confusion.
In the vague void, he seemed to hear familiar words.
He looked around but found nothing unusual, Zhu Haomiao blinked, reconnected his previous thoughts, and continued pondering.
Isn't Huo Hong some big shot's illegitimate child?
Why do waves and waves of people keep coming to save him?
No!
