The Gift She Wants... Is Mr. Huo's Body

The impressive Rolls-Royce Phantom sped towards the Huo Resident. The car was eerily silent, a stark contrast to the harmonious atmosphere between husband and wife moments earlier. At this moment, they seemed like complete strangers.

Huo Qing'ang, who had finished dealing with the emails, handed over a contract and asked, "Aren't you going to say something about this, Mrs. Huo?"

This deadlock between the two was finally broken.

"In the matter of Professor Kan," Gu Pianpian said, looking at the contract between Zhou Wenjing and the studio and heaved a sigh of relief internally, "You didn't explain anything either."

Clearly, she was still displeased about the Professor Kan project.

Huo Qing'ang wasn't surprised at her reaction. With a faint hint of sarcasm in his calm and logical voice, he replied, "You never asked."