The door of the private room was pushed open and Huo Hannian walked in.
He was wearing a handmade black shirt and neatly ironed trousers. With one hand in his pocket, his aura was strong and cold. As he arrived, the air around him seemed to have frozen a little.
He looked at Mo Zhan with his dark eyes." What did you say just now?"
Mo Zhan saw a hint of panic in Huo Hannian's eyes, who was usually calm in the face of change. He thought that he was worried that something had happened to Nangong Han, so he quickly repeated Yun Tian's words.
Huo Hannian pursed his thin lips." You guys order first. I'm going to the bathroom.""
Huo Hannian walked to the balcony of the clubhouse, his tall and cold body leaning against the railing. He took out his phone and called Wen Ruan.
The video rang for a long time. Just when he thought that no one was picking up, Wen Ruan's beautiful face appeared on the screen.