"..."
Huo Jinxue made no sound. Yes, she was aware, but the origin of those photos didn't matter to her; she just felt uncomfortable around Che Huan.
"Your grandfather gave them!"
Che Huan looked at Huo Jinxue and articulated each word deliberately.
Huo Jinxue regarded Che Huan, always thinking her to be amiable, but she hadn't expected Che Huan to have such a formidable side and inexplicably felt less confident.
Che Huan turned to Rong Ma, "I'm too far away to smell it, Rong Ma. What scent is on her?"
Rong Ma looked at Che Huan, "Madam, it's the smell of musk."
Che Huan's gaze rested on Huo Jinxue, "This time I'll assume you didn't know, and didn't mean to harm the child in my belly."
"..."