Chapter 732: The air is polluted from burning, but the money hasn't burned out yet!

Looking at Little Xingchen wobbling his soft and cute little head, climbing up the stairs step by step, the smile at the bottom of Huo Beichen's eyes slowly solidified, eventually turning to ice, and the knuckles on his hand resting on Ye Nuanxi's wheelchair began to protrude...

"At this time, to send your own son upstairs, President Huo, you've really got some nerve, huh!"

Before Huo Beichen could speak, Yang Yuerong arrogantly chimed in, "Or is it that you've already prepared to pay me off with money?"