Huo Anya looked flustered at this moment. She quickly wiped away her tears and hurried toward Mrs. Huo's estate.
Huo Qinglin also stepped out of the main hall, his cold gaze fixed intently on the opulent, three-linked luxury villas not far away.
That was Huo Yanting's home.
Huo Qinglin's eyes darkened with a sharp intensity as he strode briskly toward the grand entrance of Huo Yanting's villa.
Impatience overtook him, and he broke into a run.
At this moment, Huo Yanting, fully satisfied, was tidying himself up, his gaze lingering on the woman lying unconscious on the bed.
Her long, jet-black, waist-length straight hair was seductive, cascading over the pillow. It highlighted her flushed cheeks, still tinged with the remnants of passion, making her even more entrancing.
