Huo Yunting’s Revenge III

"What do you mean?" Huo Zhenning's voice turned hoarse as the glass shook in his grip. He looked at Lu Zhaoyang folding her hands in anxiety, "Is it—is it true?"

Lu Zhaoyang stiffly nodded. Her lips flattened as she glanced at the tablet in Huo Yunting's hands. 

The old man shuddered in shock unlike the old woman who quivered with excitement. It was such exhilarating news like muse to her ears. If it was not the fact they were in public, she might have laughed out loud in joy. 

FINALLY! That lunatic woman IS DEAD! No one anymore shall threaten my position in this family. NO ONE! The last obstacle is gone! My day has come!

Her smile crumbled the moment Huo Yunting exchanged glances with her. It was a hideous glare. Her cheeks twitched as she put up her masterly acting skills again, sniffing as she grabbed her mouth in disbelief. She seized Huo Zhenning by his arm, "Yunting—don't be too sad about this. Nobody wanted this to happen…"