Young Master Huo Steps Up

The low, raspy voice had sent the noisy masses into instant silence.

The crowds parted in unison as Huo Tingxiao walked down from the corridor.

Dressed head to toe in an ink-colored three-piece suit, his proud figure moved like the ruler of the underworld in the dim lighting. His brooding gaze coupled with his handsome features were fixed in a solemn expression, and he carried an unchallenged and commanding aura.

"She didn't push her down."

Stopping, Huo Tingxiao turned to Su Ximan. His brooding eyes were like icy ponds of coldness.

The crowd turned toward the head of the Huo family. Young Master Huo had never been one to delve into others' business. If the most low-key head of the three noble families was the Young Commander, Huo Tingxiao ran a close second.

If he chose to stand up for the young girl, there must be some relationship between them.