If I Return to Qin Courtyard Late, My Wife Will Be Angry...

When Zhou Wenjing mentioned "what happened back then," others naturally had no idea what he was talking about. But for Huo Qingqu, who was the mastermind behind that incident, he knew all too well. As he looked at the sealed envelope lying on Huo Qing'ang's lap, his heart was filled with anxiety. In Huo Qingqu's eyes, Zhou Wenjing was a lunatic, and his friends were even more insane. Therefore, their channels for gathering information were completely different from those of normal people. It was difficult for Huo Qingqu not to worry about the day when the truth behind that incident would be unearthed.

Standing in front of the wheelchair, Huo Qingqu smiled gently, "Qing'ang, how about a drink together?"

"Returning to Qin Courtyard late, Pianpian will be angry," Huo Qing'ang lowered his gaze, glancing at Huo Qingqu, whose hand was immobilized in a cast, and replied coldly.