"You know I don't like outsiders entering my private quarters. Where your woman is, I don't care, but on my turf—if you dare trespass—you know the consequences." Huo Yanting stopped wasting words and delivered a direct warning.
Huo Qinglin's expression darkened, his features taut as he struggled to maintain his composure: "Brother, don't tell me you're also eyeing the pear garden deed in her hands?"
"Only the incompetent rely on others' strength to curry favor," Huo Yanting retorted bluntly, sparing no regard for niceties.
Huo Qinglin's face stiffened again, and he snapped, "Brother, how can you hold me in such low regard? Even if my abilities don't match yours, you shouldn't belittle my efforts like this."
"Your so-called efforts are just tying yourself to a foolish woman. Just because she's gone missing, look at you panicking… that's the extent of your capability." Huo Yanting's words grew harsher, like relentless slaps striking Huo Qinglin's dignity again and again.
